Bike: 8 miles
Run: 2 miles
Bike: 7.5 miles
Spinny, Sucky Strides
Apparently someone put Mojo killer in my latte today.
The day started out so promising…A motivated morning, got a ton done, crazy lady dressed as a kitten in a maid uniform at Starbucks, lunch with my coworkers (for those of you who work at home you know how much to appreciate this) and I was on the crazy train to productivity.
But Dr. Seuss had it so right.
I’m sorry to say so but, sadly, it’s true
and Hang-ups can happen to you.
You can get all hung up in a prickle-ly perch.
And your gang will fly on. You’ll be left in a Lurch.
You’ll come down from the Lurch with an unpleasant bump.
And the chances are, then, that you’ll be in a Slump.
And when you’re in a Slump, you’re not in for much fun.
Un-slumping yourself is not easily done.
A few years ago I went through some pretty rough, tough, stuff that would take more than a bottle of wine to discuss, but the point of this:
Grief strikes at funny times.
And today was one of them.
And my babes were gone. I needed Vanilla to come around and run me through his “crummy day” routine: Daniel Powder’s “Bad Day” blasting while somebody gives you tea and sits with you.
Naturally, a workout seemed like the thing to do.
So I did. I even put on my new workout tank because if there’s anything better than a good workout it’s a good workout in new workout clothes.
And guess what? My workout sucked.
I bricked, I sweat, I spun, I run.
(Whatever, who needs grammar when you can rhyme.)
And I didn’t feel much better. But I did smell stinkier.
If a good brick workout can’t pull me out of my funk, then I guess this calls for dessert.
How do you pull out from your funk when a good workout won’t do?