Yes Mom, I know I need an attitude adjustment. I’m going to whine a little bit more and then I’ll work on the attitude.
Yesterday I began my plyometric leg torture routine. It’s a great workout and it really helps with my body to handle impact a little better and it builds a lot of strength in my legs and around my joints. This is something I’m beginning to see as important as I continue to age, which I’ve tried to defy and deny for quite sometime now. How senile do you have to be to embrace the aging process? Where was I? Oh yes, leg torture. I made it through the workout, with a lot of breaks and not nearly as strong as I was before. That’s ok. I’ll get there. I just don’t have much time.
Today I have a six-mile run scheduled. I thought it was four. I nearly cried when I saw the schedule. I want four. I can do four on the nice, air conditioned treadmill. I’m not sure what I’m going to do because I’m so tired and the thought of running in the heat again makes me want to barf. Yes, I did just say barf. But it’s okay; it’s without the finger-down-the-throat motion.
Where’s my crazy pill? I think I’m going insane.