Day 0.5

I have decided that today does not count. In 2.5 months I will be running (yes running and probably tripping) my first 5k with one of my besties and hopefully some other friends as well. The run is going to be at night which is a bit daunting as my eyesight is TERRIBLE in the dark but that's why I have contacts and will be wearing a tutu made of glow sticks. Anyways...back to how today doesn't count. My brother created (or stole) a food plan that I have to follow for the next 10 days. Well, thanks to my horrible roommate who didn't pay our internet bill, I didn't get it in time to make the STRICT breakfast that I am required to have each and every day. Ok yes, I know that is an excuse but still true. So I decided to enjoy my day, stress free and am prepared for tomorrow. What I was not prepared for was the overwhelming soreness from the WOD on Monday. (WOD=Workout of the Day) We did a tabata, which I LOVE, but after being gone for 3 months, I was not prepared to do that many squats or sit ups. Oh well, I am embracing the soreness (that's not true, I am cursing it and wishing I didn't have to get up off of things like my chair, bed, or even the toilet) Q, my ever supportive friend, told me to HTFU (Harden The Fuck Up) and walk it off. IT HURTS TO WALK! Every time my muscles contract or move at all, I want to cry just a little.

Ok, I am done with my bitching. I do know that once I get in today, do some squats and row a bit, I will be a happier camper. Whoever said that there is no easy way sure wasn't lying! On the plus side though, I managed to get a 3 rpm of 85# on my strict press. I went for a 1 rpm on 95# but only managed one arm. I just have to remind myself to take one day at a time....Just keep swimming...just keep swimming...