Life is returning to normal.
A few weeks ago, I decided that I wanted to wrap up my week every Monday so I could track my recovery. I probably won't do it forever, but I think that for now, it will help me to see progress when the day-to-day feels like I'm not moving forward. (Also, I am aware that it is not Monday).
Monday: 45 minutes lifting (legs), 30 minutes/6.55 miles on recumbent bike.
Tuesday: 40 minutes lifting (arms/chest/back), 20 minutes/6.05 miles on recumbent bike.
Wednesday: 45 minutes lifting (legs), 35 minutes/8 miles on recumbent bike (see why I'm bored out of my mind?).
Thursday: 20 minutes lifting (a/c/b), ridiculous migraine and HR through the roof, went home.
Friday: 38 minutes/9.2 miles cycling.
Saturday: Rest day (*cough* hangover *cough*).
Sunday: 45 minutes lifting (legs), 21 minutes/6 miles on recumbent bike.
See? Don't I feel better now?
You'll notice that there's no swimming in this week. I bailed on both my usual Wednesday night and Saturday morning swims, for various reasons. It will go back in this week - I actually swam last night - as I'm so thrilled that we've finally put together a relay team for the 2010 Key West Triathlon! The catch is, to get this team together, I agreed to do the swim part of the relay, placing overcoming my #1 triathlon-related fear firmly in the very-near future: swimming where other creatures with many more legs and eyes can touch me. And I can touch them. And I'm just saying it now: if any of those creatures get fresh, I've got a mean right hook, even under water.
As far as The Post That Shook The Nation, I just want to say that we are really okay. Nothing about this is bad, and I'm actually starting to shake off the terror and feel excited about moving forward. I got a LOT of "OMG 911 SOS ARE YOU REALLY OKAY?" emails, and while that's awesome that I have people that care about me (enough to click "compose" instead of "comment"), and I really do appreciate it, the fact is, if I'm going to tell the internets that he proposed and I said maybe, I'd probably say something if I wasn't really okay about it. I think the meat of this is, it's something we're deciding, it's not me talking and him nodding like a puppet. We're in this together.
As far as the rest of my life, everyone related to either of us (ahem) went home, and I spent yesterday cleaning the house from top to bottom, doing laundry, grocery shopping, going to the gym, working, and just generally getting my life back in order after 3 awesome but really exhausting days. I had a great birthday, a great entrance to my 30s, and I would not change a thing about the way I celebrated this weekend, but it's time to get back to going to bed at 8:30pm and showering only when Graham won't sit near me. And he's laying across my legs right now, so I need to get cracking on that.