Last week’s training was good. The rest of my life is still about the mammoth renovation (that has been *almost* finished for a week now) and the boys had 2 weeks off school so that was “interesting” (read: fun for them, exhausting for us).
I cannot remember now why I had to go to Crossfit at 4:30pm instead of lunchtime, probably a meeting at work. As I’ve experienced before – I have no energy for FAST after 3pm :|
Tuesday’s Crossfit session was fun – mainly probably because I don’t suck at running and was able to keep up with most of the boys during the sprints. Prescribed weight for front squats was actually 40kg but I tried 35kg and I wasn’t going to be able to do 30 squats with good form with that weight.
These have become my “rest” days as I only swim and do Bikram. That counts as rest, right? :)
I so love and hate those short and fast lunchtime runs. They do not feel nice but I feel like I’ve achieved something once I finish and see my average pace.
I had an extra day off work and in the evening took my husband to Bikram for the first time, unfortunately we had an instructor who did not work for me at all. Husband will be shocked when he finally goes to a properly hot session.
Last year at this time my weekend long runs were at least 20km. This year I’m doing so many other activities I don’t mentally feel like I NEED to do those kinds of distances. Marathon training is starting soon though so longer runs will get longer whether I feel the need for them or not :)
I woke up to the kids screaming at each other, put on my running gear and just left the house :) Once I got back they had calmed down and I could have a peaceful Sunday morning breakfast.
So that was my exercise life last week. Some days I think “why am I doing all this? every day something? is there really a need?”… but then I remember that it just makes me feel good and don’t fret about it anymore.
Also, my mother lives with us so I see where I’d be heading if I didn’t exercise every day. Unfortunately I have not inherited a freakishly fast metabolism like my husband has from his side of the family, I have inherited something much, much slower.
Some days I definitely wish that I were genetically thin like some people I know but then I find out that they have all kinds of health issues and their doctor is telling them that no matter how good they look on the outside, they need to exercise starting from right now or their health will be much harder to ‘fix’ in the future.
So I sweat and have fun and try not to think about what shape I’d be in if I didn’t work out as much. I think as long as I’m having fun doing what I’m doing, I don’t have to worry about that kind of a ‘what if’.