Last night was, well, shitty. And this morning was even worse. Despite my self-loathing and epic levels of anger, I dragged my sorry ass out of bed and out the door early enough to stop at the dump before meeting my trainer.
And leave it to Stephanie to beat the shit out of me all with a smile on her face. So hard to be pissed off around her since she's so damn chipper in the morning. Not obnoxiously chipper, but happy enough to have some seep into your pores while you sweat. No TRX today but there as plenty of other stuff for me to suffer through. I don't know why I struggled with some of the core work but I did. For some reason I just cannot put my ass on the BOSU and do a crunch of any sort.
Fluids and Fuel:
Breakfast was a glass of water and a yogurt. I did my best to pretend my coffee-flavored yogurt was real coffee. It didn't work.
Aches and Pains:
My quads were screaming after this workout. Lots of lunges and squats were hidden behind upper-body work but by the end I was ready to cry uncle.
Nothing worth mentioning.
Codename - Bad Dreams
My crappy morning ended with me waking up in a panic because I thought I was invited by Steve S. to attend a seminar he would be holding on nutrition for ultra runs. It was a special event where he hosted a select few runners at his house while he sermonized about Hammer and went on training runs. Why was this scary? Partly because it conflicted with a race I have in a few weeks and partly because I was so intimidated/honored to even be invited. Yeah, bad dream. Bad because I was terrified I would be out of my league. Dream because I'd love to learn what any ultra runner has to teach.