The only good Monday is the Monday of a vacation. There. I said it. Love your job or not, there’s nothing better than waking on a day you’re supposed to be on super productive mode knowing that the day is yours to
piddle away make your own. Today is such a day for this Fancy Oatmeal gal. The truth is, even though I haven’t been to work since last week’s Saturday School, I was totally laid out with the flu. Being restricted to the couch, sporting half a coma, a vacation it qualifies not. So why am I still in my jammies at 9am on a Monday? It’s our last day of Spring Break, so tomorrow I’ll have to get my shit together and be a real person again.
Side note: I would like to repeal the term “Spring Break” when THIS is outside your door:
I appreciate this weather, but you know Mother Nature: absence makes the heart grow fonder. Might want to incorporate that the principle. Switch it up. Thanks, Babe.
With having an unusual Monday, Sunday takes on a whole new role as well. Not only was Sunday my “Saturday,” it was also my first true run since being victimized by the flu. I don’t count Saturday because even though I logged 1.35 miles, the milage doesn’t represent the actual experience. My chest felt like someone had spray painted my lungs with acid, and when I tell you all that I felt like a newborn fawn trying to find her feet I am not exaggerating! Too much, too soon. Hanging my head in shame and disappointment, I showered and spent the remainder of Saturday on the couch.
I woke up Sunday morning determined to conquer those damn three miles I had set out to do on Saturday. I had a good breakfast of oatmeal with strawberries and helping of protein powder, two cups of coffee, and plenty of time to properly digest; I would not falter because of improper fueling. I was ready to LACE UP!
Instead of reading, I chose to hit up my new 5k playlist for the needed motivation to complete my goal mileage:
I started out with a comfortable pace: 6.0 on the treadmill. I figured even if I had to slow down, it was a good starting point and I would feel no shame in it. After the first half mile or so, I felt full of energy and confident that I could raise the bar and pace. I ended up with the following splits:
- Mile 1 = 8’45”
- Mile 2 = 7’49”
- Mile 3 = 7’29”
3 miles in 23:09. SAY WHAT?!?!
Oh yea! And my lungs were clear, 90% their old selves, and my legs felt amazing. Afterwards I completed the “14 Day Abs Challenge” of over 330 moves from various abs exercises.
Am I back to 100%? Not yet, but I am going to get there with a lot of hard work and determination; NO WHINING! I also need to dive into other parts of my life, including housework and school work. The bonus is that while I was feeling down, Dear Hubby and I tried to blow the dark clouds away with a spirited game of “House Chores UNO.”
Yea, it was a good day after all.