I hurt my knee. It has been hurting for the last few weeks and I finally decided to take a break from my early morning lover (the treadmill). I am challenging myself to a sixty-day no running cleanse. I am one of those weirdos that actually loves the treadmill. Not just because the weather here sucks or because 2 runners have been raped in our area recently but because I love the way it makes me feel. I can watch tv, listen to music and just forget about everything. I am really simple minded and it doesn’t take much to be entertained. I want to be able to run with my grankids (I guess that means I do have to have kids someday) so I am taking a break. It’s been four days and I have gone through grief, depression and denial. Today I reached the stage of anger. I get to the gym at 5:45 a.m. and I see at least ten people on the treadmills at golds. While they are thinking about how bad they want to stop I am staring at them wishing I could be them. I just keep telling myself I want to be at my peak for BOSTON so I better do whatever it takes so that I can get there. I start doing chores this weekend for my mom to help pay for my Boston trip. Yes, I am a 24 year old that still asks her mom if she can clean her fridge for an allowance.
Teachers salaries + BYU tuition+ fresh produce addiction= poverty.
I took Body Pump this morning from my favorite instructor. Just imagine a 57 year-old women that has the perfect tan and perfect body that spends all day thinking of ways to make my body ache and that is what this class is. I am ashamed that my 65 year-old friend, Kate, uses twice as much weight as I do.
Showered at the gym, yes our shower is still broken, and got to school by 7:45. Just because I am a drivers ed teacher doesn’t mean I don’t speed a little bit to get here because I would rather work out five extra minutes. Made my breakfast of oatmeal with apples, pumpkin, yogurt and pumpkin spice. Then I made teenagers mad at me by making them run, do squats and a lot of sprinting drills in P.E. Last but not least I wrote this post while my civics kids were taking a test. I just swallowed my gum when my director walked in because gum isn’t allowed at school and now my stomach hurts. I think it is all in my head.
There is no camera that could make this look appetizing but it did its job and I am full.