It was going to be very windy yesterday, predicted 20-40 mph with gale force winds. So I got up extra early and was heading out the door when a 40 mph gust hit me and almost flattened me. Exit, stage left. ..
I didn't even make it to the road. I was so bummed. Wind and I are not friends. I can bs myself into saying that hills are my friends, that they really are secret training partners. I can say the same thing about most dogs that chase me, they are really just sprint zones placed there to insure maximum effort. Wind just plain sucks.
So to punish myself for my lack of motivation I cleaned house. J probably just dropped a cup of tea all over herself reading that... Karen cleaning house has about the same connotation as Karen pulling into the wind. Its just... well, shocking!
Then I came into the office and worked the majority of the morning to really punish myself. Yes, I did get on the trainer, but it just isn't the same.
This week is supposed to have all kinds of sucky days in it. To make it even worse, its now supposed to rain on Saturday and Sunday. That trainer is going to get a good work out this week. My cat is freaking out all ready!