Here’s how last week shook out:
Monday: Yoga. And I lived to tell about it. Nothing snapped or pulled; no sprains, strains or paralysis. Split shorts guy didn’t even show up.
Tuesday: 6 mile run, lower body weights, hip/glute/corework
Wednesday: 15 mile bike ride, upper body weights, hip/glute/corework
Thursday: Plyo intervals on the mill, including 2 miles of running
Friday: 8 mile run. Very windy. This felt tough coming off the plyo workout. Hip/glute/core
Saturday: Rest
Then the unthinkable happened:
Sunday: REST! No thanks to a certain business obligation the Caveman had, I was relegated to single-parenting duty during the time I’d usually be out on my long run. My holy grail. My zen time. After some Oscar-worthy huffing, puffing and fit pitching, I curled up with my beloved pumpkin spice in front of the TV for some live NYC marathon action while the wind howled outside. More dedicated runners (aka not me at this juncture) would have fired up the mill. Before I knew it, morning gave way to the noon hour. There I sat, still clad in flannel bunny pjs.