Hear that noise? It's not thunder, it's just my thunder thighs coming to the party.
I'm not even going to give you a sob story but I didn't work out last week. At all. AT ALL. I did eat marginally better so I didn't feel completely terrible but I don't feel great. Part of my problem is the mother fracking heat. Obviously with it being summer I knew this could be a road block but honestly, I figured by 7 p.m. things might be a bit more reasonable to go running in. I clearly figured wrong because every day last week at 7 it was still 80something degrees.
No effing thank you.
I think it's safe to say none of my neighbors would have cared had I died from heat exhaustion in their yard and would probably just mow around me at some point. This weekend I though I was going to go hard core- if it was too hot then by god- I'm going to mall walk our mall! It's air conditioned and has almost no customers so it was a win win. Then by some freak accident, I pulled a muscle in my neck/shoulders/back and I still don't know what I did, but I do know I can barely move without being in pain and my head no longer turns. I walked around the house Saturday night because it hurt to much to sit or lay down so I'm obviously exhausted because what sleep I do get is short lived.
Which throws my "I'm starting kickboxing!" plan out the window for today at least. I have to think that by the Thursday class I should be OK? Because I actually am looking forward to kickboxing because it's something I've wanted to do for awhile now and now that I found a low cost (donation only) class, I'm all about that.
I have a Florida vacation in the works for next June and this bitch is going to be on a beach in a bathing suit. With no cover up. That's right. NO COVER UP. So I need to get excited about being hungry and working out.