This is how my day started. It makes for a promising day, eh?
So clearly, not the greatest morning. After awhile, I put aside the project that was stressing me out, hoping that would help. I got other stuff done, but that particular project was still on my mind.
While trying to move on, I relied on a clearly healthy coping mechanism and made a good dent in my candy jar. When all else fails, eat chocolate.
By the end of the day, I was still feeling more frustrated/stressed than I would have liked. I really wanted to go home, curl up on the couch, and open up a bottle of wine. Again, coping mechanisms. Instead, I took my frustration out by getting my sweat on.
My run started out really solid. I did my first mile at a 10:00 pace (!!!) and after that, it slowly went down hill. I did another half mile at the same pace, but that was the extent of my longer intervals. I never ran slower than the 10:00 pace, but my running/walking intervals got shorter and shorter as time went by. My overall time for 3.0 miles was about the same as normal (33:24), but I felt really proud of myself for keeping a faster pace when I was running. That’s progress, right?! I think so!
I also did a repeat of Tuesday’s strength workout (via Tina‘s Carrots ‘N’ Weights series). I added a 0:30 plank to each set and before the final set, I stopped and did 200 crunches/ab exercises. My arms were crazy killing me by the end. Nice work, Tina.
I got really distracted when I was making dinner and ended up with a blackened grilled cheese. You know, Cajun style.
And wine (again, coping). It’s the dangerous kind of wine in that it tastes more juice-like than wine.
Must. Drink. Slow.
It is only Thursday after all. In retrospect, it probably wasn’t that stressful, but the combination of the stress and the hormones out of whack and still fighting the tail end of my cold, it was a lot of little things adding up to one big thing.
Here’s to a better day tomorrow!
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