Today I am exhausted, sore and in full grump mode. And I’m even more annoyed because it’s 99% my own fault. I don’t feel like I’ve been doing a whole lot of exercise this week, certainly not much more than usual, but my body is yelling at me. This morning was a roll-out-of-bed-and-grab-the-ibuprofen morning…
I was going to skip going to the gym entirely today, but I didn’t have time to shower at home before running to catch the train so I went in for some nice, short yoga after I got to work. It only took about 30 minutes, but hopefully I stretched out some things and won’t be as sore.
My partner is still crunching (and probably will be for several months into the future) and taking on most of his chunk of the household stuff is already getting old. On the one hand, it’s nice to always have the kind of dinners I want (let’s face it, the things I cook are generally more varied and healthful than his meals) but that means I do all the planning, shopping and cooking. The balance point seems to involve more pizza delivery and stops on the way home for pollo a la brasa con yuca than I really want. I’m starting to feel resentful, yet I don’t want to complain because I’m not the one working 65 hours a week, you know?
And we’ve been hosting a get-together for 6 people every couple weeks, which means I also have to cook and get the place together for company on the regular? I mean, they’re my friends and I love having them over… maybe I’ll ask them to pick up some slack on the food, though.
Despite feeling like something’s gotta give, I really don’t want that to be my exercise time. It’s definitely tempting to say "never mind this 5am business, I’m going to skip the gym and get a few hours back a week".
However, for now one side effect of all this is that I’ve had zero problems sleeping…
Running While Fat 