The sun flickered across the reservoir like a tongue of fire. The humidity was thick and my legs felt thicker. I really didn’t feel comfortable until mile two — and by then, my legs had rubbed raw. But I kept pushing. Ten miles later, I sat and recovered. Between the soreness from leg day and my new rash (yes, that was me buying diaper rash creme at Kroger), I walked like I was 100 Saturday night.
Sunday I slept. A lot. It was a nothing kind of day.
Monday, because of not being able to find my wallet (and driver’s license), I ended up missing my 5 a.m. workout — so I ran eight miles. Once again, I was running along the Reservoir, admiring the sunrise and the scenery. A houseboat sat in the water, ready for a day of fun in the sun.
This morning, I was rash-free, knew were my wallet was and got up when my alarm went off. It took the whole 15-minute drive over to the stadium for me to get into the proper spirit to workout. It was a shoulder workout in the gym and then we went out and did a lot of running. My line (Line 2) is made up of some very fast people. We did the Indian run — I was worried I couldn’t keep up. But I did and it turned out to be one of my favorite things we did today. We also did the heave and retrieve with the weighted medicine ball and Clark put us through a solid core workout (how does he do that over and over and over?) We did stations today, too. Running with a weight over my head makes me look foolish. It also makes me feel weak.
But I’m not weak. I’m tired, but I am not weak.
I have the strength to push through a really insane work schedule and can handle stress better than I could when I was 18. All because I workout.
Look, I am not a great athlete. But my athleticism allows me to be better at everything else I do in life.
Well except for running with a weight over my head. I really do look foolish doing that.