three things thursday
1. I think I'm officially over-trained. I've been feeling tired and sore all week. My knees are bothering me. I haven't been sleeping well, which turns into complete exhaustion by mid-afternoon. My quads have felt strained for about a week now. The heat is getting to me a bit, but I think that adding cycling into the mix has been wearing me out more than I expected. Result? I am taking a day off - maybe two. I have a ride planned Saturday morning to a brewfest, and I want to be chipper and well-rested, not cranky and going up hills at 2 mph. So, today, I am not going to the gym, I am not going swimming, I am not going to do one-legged squats while on conference calls, I am not going to ride to the bike shop to get a second water bottle cage. I am going to sit.on.my.ass and let it expand.
2. I hate it when my dog is bad. HATE IT. Fortunately, he is almost never bad. He has never chewed furniture or shoes or anything except his toys. He doesn't beg (except when he hears the ice-cube maker), he doesn't jump on people (generally), he doesn't bark, he doesn't steal food, and he's never humped another dog. When I was in the shower this morning, he pulled a bunch of string out of the kitchen rug - this is the ONE thing in the house he thinks is his toy. The worst part is: when I swat him, he cowers against my legs, wanting me to protect him from Whatever Bad Thing is making his nose/butt sting. It makes my heart hurt.
3. My bikini-wax lady left me crooked. Again. I think I'm going to have to leave her.
Happy Thursday, everyone.
2. I hate it when my dog is bad. HATE IT. Fortunately, he is almost never bad. He has never chewed furniture or shoes or anything except his toys. He doesn't beg (except when he hears the ice-cube maker), he doesn't jump on people (generally), he doesn't bark, he doesn't steal food, and he's never humped another dog. When I was in the shower this morning, he pulled a bunch of string out of the kitchen rug - this is the ONE thing in the house he thinks is his toy. The worst part is: when I swat him, he cowers against my legs, wanting me to protect him from Whatever Bad Thing is making his nose/butt sting. It makes my heart hurt.
3. My bikini-wax lady left me crooked. Again. I think I'm going to have to leave her.
Happy Thursday, everyone.