I am one big bruise. The combination of strength training, finally getting back to body combat class for the first time this year, and a new sadistic yoga instructor have left me feeling like I’ve had the snot beaten out of me. My arms are perpetually sore, my inner thighs are screaming (and not in the good way) and the place where my abs should be hurts like a mo-fo. Laughing hurts, coughing hurts and sneezing REALLY hurts. Thank god I’m not sick or I’d be in intense pain all day. At least now if I hold myself still enough, I feel fine.
As per my current motto, I’m starting small and building slowly with strength training. Last week I began week 1 of the push-up challenge (for something like the 4th time) and week 3 of the sit-up (actually crunch) challenge. I apparently did well enough in the sit-up pre-challenge test to skip the first two weeks. My abdominal area wishes I hadn’t.
This week I’m still going strong with both challenges and have added in three sets of chair dips to each session. If I’m not feeling on the verge of death later today then I’ll head off to body pump class at the gym.
On the running front, I got in a 5-miler yesterday morning. I’d set the bar low at 3 miles when I first went out but then felt so good I kept going. Saturday I’m set for another short easy run and then it’s a 10K race on Sunday. I’m praying most of the soreness has gone by then, but probably not knowing my luck. For the race I’m shooting for a 10-minute per mile pace for a 1:02:00 finish. Maybe the running dead will be there again to pace me like she did last year. I can but hope.
And finally, I leave you all with the song that has been stuck in my head this morning since it was the first thing to play on my ipod when I left the house. Enjoy.
Have a great weekend, everyone. Catch you later.