Today is my birthday, so today was all about the 46 and just being grateful that I’m in a better place than last year. Last year I had a torn meniscus, but was still in denial. Sitting and crossing my ankles could cause 2 hours of pain.
DH hurt his shoulder badly at work and was denied Worker’s Comp.
And to top it off, I managed to get norovirus on my freaking birthday. I had to call in work sick for myself for the first time in like 10 years. It was so bad, and I was so miserable, that every once in a while I’d just bust out laughing like a psychotic person.
So today, I was all about the 46. It was not the super strong feeling, kick a** workout that I dreamt of, but I did my best and was grateful for the opportunity. I did a hard 46 min TM. Not quite 7 miles (6.87) but it was all I could do to keep going for 46:00. I was cursing not being 40 anymore Then I did 3 rounds of pull-ups (16+15+15=>46), 46 push-ups, 46 some ab thing, 46 air squats or lunges. With lots of stretching in between rounds for rest. And then I did some of my favorite yoga arm balances (crow, side crow with one leg elevated/extended, elephant trunk thing, forearm stand) for 46 seconds. Not exactly 46 sec since I can’t see my watch, but I’d count for 10-15 slow breaths and then come down and look at my watch. It was usually closer to 60 sec. But I’ll pretend it was 46.
I continually flip flop between feeling old as dirt and creaky like I’m 86 to “I’m doing pretty dang well for 46!”
And if you noticed I was at the gym – yeah it opened. I finally got in touch with someone at the regional office… and then it opened without warning ~1-2 hours later. Coincidence? Maybe… But I was just glad it opened. I think our max wind will be 30 mph gusts and we’ll get maybe 2-5” of rain. The weekend will suck, but it won’t be dangerous. We got 6-7” a few months ago and nobody cared.
My co-worker brought me a big slab of Hershey's triple chocolate cake. It will be my second breakfast shortly. They know me well