Thursday, September 08, 2011

Rolling with the punches

I've had a couple of not-so-great workouts this week, and I'm doing my best not to be all Mrs Grumpy-pants about it. Sometimes everything runs smoothly in life and sometimes... well, the gears need oiling and they creak and groan and eventually seize up.

It's partly my own fault. I stupidly agreed to reschedule some client sessions from times that suited to me to times that, quite frankly, were a huge inconvenience to the whole family. So I was facing Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday of working all day at the office, then rushing home, throwing dinner together, and then training a client. After that, there would be just about enough time to tidy up, answer a couple of emails, pack my gym stuff and get to bed. Three nights in a row? What was I thinking?

On top of that, I have an osteopath session booked tonight, so make that FOUR nights in a row of no time for me. Yes, I probably am a bit stupid. Moving on...

I started the week feeling a little bit stressed OH MY GOD, HOW AM I GOING TO GET THROUGH THIS WEEK???!! Then the night-time hot flushes decided to return with a vengeance. Thank you sooo much, sole remaining ovary; I hate you! No sleep on Sunday night left me feeling like a wrung-out dishrag. The last few nights have been better, thank goodness.

By the time I got home last night, I was exhausted and quite frankly, having a good old fun-sucking self-pity session. I moaned to Bike Boy as he walked in the door that the last thing I wanted to do was train a client; I simply wanted to collapse on the couch and switch my brain off. He took over cooking dinner while I sat for a bit and talked myself out of my bad, mad, sad mood. I'd managed to psych myself up to get through an hour of PT-ing, when the universe answered my prayers in the form of a text from my client, cancelling the session.

After an early night, I thought I'd be all smiles this morning, but my body had other ideas. My left piriformis has tied itself into a huge knot, and a tentative run on the treadmill caused jarring pain through my lower back. After dicking around switching from tready to elliptical and back, I decided that cardio wasn't happening this morning, and instead spent twenty minutes getting friendly with a foam roller and a tennis ball. That seems to have helped a lot, and I'm sure tonight's osteo treatment will have me all straightened out again.

I'm choosing to be in a good mood anyway. I'm grateful that I have enough sense to know when I really need to skip training (as opposed to when I'm just being a sooky-la-la). I'm grateful that the sun's shining again and I'll make sure to get out for a walk and soak it up at lunchtime. And I'm REALLY grateful that it's almost Friday.

5 comments:

Raechelle said...

Oh, Kek, you poor thing-it really does sound like an awful week! But good for you of making the choice to remain happy and grateful-good on ya! I hope your body respects your decision and comes good soon! ;-0

Sara said...

Aw, poor you ((hugs))

Now you KNOW what I'm-a-gonna say. Yoga. There, I said it. And spiky butt ball - you have one of those, right?

And. Are you still taking your Maca? It's meant to be the thing for the hot flushes.

Kek said...

Yoga, hmm. Is a chocolate brownie a suitable substitute? I'm sure it is...

I keep forgetting about the Macs. I'm never quite sure what to do with it. Perhaps some ice cream is the go tonight.

Kek said...

Stupid auto correct. MACA, not MACS.

Liz N said...

Oh yuck, nothing worse than a dodgy piriformis. Hope you're feeling better tonight!

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