When we last saw our heroine, she was knee deep in a box of chocolates wallowing in self pity.
Let's see how she is doing today....
in a word
Great, once I took a few days off from structured training and did whatever I felt like doing because Bestest Coach got the 3 alarm fire alert and went into a frenzy clearing out my training plan before I went into full on freak out mode. Let me tell you, he barely made it out in time.
And yes, there was a LOT of whining like a little baby. Don't believe me? Ask Bestest Coach.
Seriously. No one can throw a tantrum better than me. My thoughts are that if he hasn't fired me in almost 2 years(!) then odds are that he probably isn't going too no matter HOW MANY tantrums I throw or HOW many times I tell him that I'm JUST NOT GOING TO DO something.
buy a new cassette (sigh, yes, he was right)
or sight more (sigh, yes, he was right)
or pick up the cadence (sigh, yes, he was right)
or kick less (can we be done now, please?)
But enough about that.
I'm better, and I have done stuff this week. It's probably along the volume of work that YE GRANDE MORTALS do. By no means can my "exercising" be counted in hours this week. But still, it might JUST be enough to ward off the red velvet muffins that came into my possession.
Seriously, the bakery needs to be a little more careful where they place things. THEY WERE RIGHT IN MY REACH for goodness sakes. Am I supposed to just walk right passed something like that?
Anyhoo, you'll be happy to know that I'll be back to my regularly scheduled off season program next week.
Until then, tootles dearies.