I'm a bad blogger. Please forgive me! But, for the record, I have made it to the Y 3 out of the last 4 nights and got some training in. Despite The Big One having an up all night puke fest Sunday night into Monday morning (which means momma got no sleep).
Saturday I survived my first social situation post break down. It was a birthday party for bff's three year old. I felt a little uncomfortable, and went and sat alone, away from the crowd. The Big One came and kept me company, and so did bff's mom. It was difficult to be surrounded by so many "happy families" and I felt like the only single person there. Even though I have known most of these people since before I had children, I just didn't feel like I fit in with them anymore. Honestly, I don't feel like I fit in with most crowds anymore. Oh well. The party was fun, and me and the boys spent the night in their new big beautiful house, and got some quality time with my friend and her beautiful kids and her awesome hubby.
Sunday I went to my tri swim clinic at the Y, and swam a total of 1650 yards. A mile. First real work out in 3 weeks. Felt awesome!
Monday, after pukefest 2011, I was just too tired to drag myself to the Y, so I didn't. And I'm OK with that.
Tuesday, I met up with Erin and did 20 minutes on the spin bike. First time on a bike in AGES. Total of 7.5 miles. Not bad. Then we did 30 minutes in the pool. I lost track of laps, so I have no idea how far I swam.
Tonight, after Bubba's swim lesson, I put him in Prime Time and, are you ready for this? I ran on the treadmill! And it didn't hurt! 22 minutes, 2 miles. I know, slow, but I wanted to take it easy since normally I have shooting pains in my shins around 5 minutes in. I am very happy with this!
So, I'm sticking with it. Tomorrow, I will be doing another spin on the bike, and maybe if I feel gutsy, I'll run again!
It's been three weeks since I confessed that I wasn't OK, and that I needed help. And, honestly, I am so happy I did it. I am feeling so much better. Actually looking forward to the future, while taking things one day at a time. Who knew admitting defeat and asking for help would turn out to be one of the best things I ever did for myself?
Ok, enough rambling. Time to take my happy pills and go to sleep.
Happy Hump Day People.
Saturday I survived my first social situation post break down. It was a birthday party for bff's three year old. I felt a little uncomfortable, and went and sat alone, away from the crowd. The Big One came and kept me company, and so did bff's mom. It was difficult to be surrounded by so many "happy families" and I felt like the only single person there. Even though I have known most of these people since before I had children, I just didn't feel like I fit in with them anymore. Honestly, I don't feel like I fit in with most crowds anymore. Oh well. The party was fun, and me and the boys spent the night in their new big beautiful house, and got some quality time with my friend and her beautiful kids and her awesome hubby.
Sunday I went to my tri swim clinic at the Y, and swam a total of 1650 yards. A mile. First real work out in 3 weeks. Felt awesome!
Monday, after pukefest 2011, I was just too tired to drag myself to the Y, so I didn't. And I'm OK with that.
Tuesday, I met up with Erin and did 20 minutes on the spin bike. First time on a bike in AGES. Total of 7.5 miles. Not bad. Then we did 30 minutes in the pool. I lost track of laps, so I have no idea how far I swam.
Tonight, after Bubba's swim lesson, I put him in Prime Time and, are you ready for this? I ran on the treadmill! And it didn't hurt! 22 minutes, 2 miles. I know, slow, but I wanted to take it easy since normally I have shooting pains in my shins around 5 minutes in. I am very happy with this!
So, I'm sticking with it. Tomorrow, I will be doing another spin on the bike, and maybe if I feel gutsy, I'll run again!
It's been three weeks since I confessed that I wasn't OK, and that I needed help. And, honestly, I am so happy I did it. I am feeling so much better. Actually looking forward to the future, while taking things one day at a time. Who knew admitting defeat and asking for help would turn out to be one of the best things I ever did for myself?
Ok, enough rambling. Time to take my happy pills and go to sleep.
Happy Hump Day People.
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