Do or do not....there is no try.
If I apply Yoda's advice to my life today, I totally get an F.
Remember how impressed y'all were about all my cardio on Sunday? Don't be.
I did not make it to the gym yesterday.
I did not make it this morning.
In light of the inclement weather headed my way, I will not be going this evening, either.
I am a lame-o.
However....there is a lasting result of all that exercise on Sunday.
I am so damn sore I am walking like a penguin and making incoherent sounds when I have to lift something heavy.
Like a pen.
It's pathetic.
I suck.
Speaking of how much I suck, let's not talk about my Jaywalker that I was all gung ho about yesterday.
Oh, ok. We'll talk about it.
Yeah, um, so, uh, I decided.....that I really want to keep and be able to wear my first pair of hand knit socks and not give them to my sister, and they were way too big for me so....I kindasortafroggedbackalittlebittomakethemfitmeandnowhavetore-dotheheel. Ahem.
I know you are disappointed in me. I know I annoy you with my quest for "FIRST PAIR OF SOCKS PERFECTION". I look at it this way though....I am the one doing the knitting, and I want to do it RIGHT. If I don't mind, no big deal. Plus, I did good...I didn't frog them all the way. Just a smidge. I'll be back on track tonight and hopefully finished by Sunday. That's my goal.
Do or do not. There is no try.
Um, Yoda? Do we HAVE to apply that to the Jaywalkers?
NOT FAIR.
I may suck at making socks, but I kick ass at cooking. Last night I was home alone while Brian was at the Galactic show. I whipped up some shrimp risotto with artichoke hearts and a nice green salad. It was delicious, and why yes, I am bragging. I also cannot even read the word "risotto" without thinking of Gordon Ramsay.
Yes, the risotto made for a lovely evening, and the night would have been perfect if it weren't for one thing. What was it, you ask? Why, it was Sampson getting off his leash and RUNNING DOWN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET DURING TRAFFIC.
Somehow, his leash wasn't latched securely on to his collar. He took off running, looking back at me over his doggie shoulder, down the middle (not the side, not one lane or the other) of the main street I live off, during the 5 o'clock rush- home traffic, where that street is used as a shortcut for women in massive SUV's who come barreling over the hill with no concern for speed or safety......anyway....after I stood in the street screaming his name and starting to cry, and not chasing after him like he wanted me to, he came running back towards me, went to the front porch, sat his ass down, and started to shake all over because he was scared. It was traumatic for both of us. I had visions of some asshole coming over the hill and creaming my baby.
Dude. I am getting upset just thinking about it.
In order to settle down, I had a GIGANTIC teensy glass of Pinot Grigio and settled in for a quiet evening. As I sat on the couch, I thought HOLY SHIT I cannot believe I polished off that entire bottle of wine about how much that damn dog means to me and vowed never ever ever to go outside with him again without checking the leash-collar connection 2495647367086801513 times.
Go hug your puppies or kitties or bunnies or snakes or birds or whatever pets you have and tell them you love them and value ever single second you have with them. If you don't have pets, I suppose a significant other/child/spouse will suffice.
Seriously. Chili gets out of her big old pen sometimes, and our neighbors always call and say, "Chili's out!" and then we freak out. Last time they called I was at work, and I got the message like 45 minutes later, and I RACED HOME, to find her sitting by the door. She was so happy to see me. And I was SO HAPPY to see her (we live off a major highway, so GAH.) I feel ya, sister.
Posted by: Carrie | January 17, 2006 at 01:55 PM
Um, as mentioned about a BILLION times before in previous posts, you and I are living PARALLEL lives. I worked out SO hard this weekend. Friday I jogged a little on the treadmill and rode the upright bike, fast. Saturday we lifted weights (legs, back and shoulders)and I walked hills on the treadmill. Came home, weighed myself and cried. Then got on our recumbant bike at home for another 20 minutes. Sunday we got up and hit up a kick-boxing class at EIGHT AM (I am psycho, I know, ask Mr Wonderful). Kickboxing literally kick boxed my ass. It hurts moving the damned mouse. God help me.
Posted by: Skylar | January 17, 2006 at 02:43 PM
Hey, I get side tracked from working out when Aunt Flow comes to town. I lose entire weeks of exercise. Don't beat yourself up, if your sore, then you should take it easy and try to stretch out a little. Don't fall out of the mindset of going tho... :)
Posted by: Christie | January 17, 2006 at 03:09 PM
I am also in the "do not beat self up" contingent. Simply do something nice for yourself IN the house today. Tomorrow is a new day, and you will do your best to get to the gym. Working out is FOR ONESELF, and yet we use it to punish ourselves or something. Why do we do that? Anyway, I am also a proponent of taking a long hot bath with epsom salts instead of working out when you are overly sore. If you get only one workout in this week...it's ONE WORKOUT MORE than you did last week, right?
Posted by: Rachel | January 17, 2006 at 05:39 PM
you poor thing! glad you took my drinking advice, tho.
i have been trying to get to the gym more and took a kickboxing class that nearly killed me. i almost threw up, then i literally had to roll out of bed in the morning. my RIBS hurt. not good.
Posted by: carrie m | January 17, 2006 at 05:59 PM
Dammit I hate when dogs do that crap. I especially despise that looking over their shoulder thing. It makes me want to choke my Wyatt. Until he's safe and then I hug him and kiss him and pat him and love him. But it still pisses me off.
Mine recently chose an ice storm to be the perfect time to run into the street. Oh, twilight, with everyone on their way home, me on the stupid cell phone and it's as grey and slick as it can be. I thought to myself if the cars don't kill him I will for one second. It's terrifying. I still get all short of breath thinking about it.
Posted by: jenifleur | January 17, 2006 at 08:30 PM
SO. SCARY. I'm glad he's okay, tho. It could have been a TERRIBLE day.
Hang in there!
Posted by: HibiscuitsGirl | January 17, 2006 at 09:17 PM
Oh silly Sampson running into traffic! I only have a pet spider, and I won't be hugging her, although the one time I thought she was dead I did get kind of upset.
You have the most epic pair of jaywalkers ever. Seriously. It's to the point where I feel like I am knitting them and frogging them with you. I am invested now. I need to see them done. :)
Posted by: biglug | January 18, 2006 at 04:20 PM
Yikes, Sampson! He was dragging his drunk mommy out into the street!
Seriously, a glass (bottle) of wine is always better than a workout.
Period.
Posted by: Anne Marie | January 19, 2006 at 02:36 PM