Or catching up. Whatever. That’s the name of the game I’m playing right now.
This weekend my parents got ill, and I’m trying not to catch anything, but yesterday I could barely fall asleep as I couldn’t breathe through my nostrils and I also had a little cough. This is something I haven’t considered normal since I was a child. Anyway, I have finally caught Superwoman’s upload during #SuperSixty. No reply to my comment, but still, it made my not being able to sleep a notch better.
In the morning, I voted for some extra minutes of sleep. I didn’t want to wake my mum with my workout or get any iller myself. I still was late for work – but less late than my dear colleagues, one of whom got actually so ill that had to work from home. Hence, I jumped in and went to her 3 interviews, totaling at 4 for the day. It was the better task IMO, but the day I had was very different from the one I imagined.
By the time I got home I was very hungry, but I still got in an amazing upper body workout. It is so funny how I negotiate with myself though. I wanted to grab a bite (a protein bar kinda thing, although I was craving actual salty food for a change) before coming home to prevent any excuses for not working out. The line at the store was too long though, so I left without buying anything and caught my bus just in time. I was still coughing a bit, so I didn’t want to overexert myself, and thought, that’s fine, I’ll just do a very quick and easy circuit training. Then I started planning the workout in my head, thinking about the exercises and got more and more into the mood; “if I do this, then I should also do the other one” etc. The next step was realizing that time-wise it would be pretty much the same to do supersets, or just alternate sides like I usually do, and the way it’s been working wonderfully for me. So I agreed to do that. Before starting, I sat down and wrote it all out. At the end, I added a couple more things and ended up moving for an entire hour. All I had to do was convince myself to start – and the rest followed 🙂 That’s why it is so important not to lose momentum. It’s much harder to restart than keep going.
I cooked before my workout but still had to prepare some things for the rest of the week. Also, the dishwasher broke (as soon as we switch it on, we lose all electricity) and even though I used to love doing the dishes and still do, it takes a lot of time and space (the whole kitchen table), not to mention the cut on my finger from Sunday is not happy about spending hours underwater. (Luckily, it wasn’t the same hand that I burned a week before. No comment.) So my evening was short and packed with chores, mostly.
Now I can only hope that I’ll be able to sleep. It would be so nice to return to my morning workouts. The one thing I do not miss about them is the afterburn on my way to work – by the time I get to the office, I could shower, or rather am looking like I just came from the shower all over again. I can feel that this evening stuff keeps me awake longer though. I’m proud though that I still do the work, no matter how tired or hungry I am. But after the weekend I had, I really need to!