I don't know, Al...you sure about this global warming thing?
I'm in a pickle. This week, I've been totally landlocked since Tuesday night. My wonderful new(smelling) car is frozen to the ground. Okay, not really to the ground, but completely locked in place by the slow moving iceberg that formed underneath it over the course of Wednesday. The municipal plow company didn't help the sit-cheation at all by sealing the deal with their plows-of-perpetual-frustration.
So, I've been without my Y for nearly three days. THREE DAYS!! I'm woefully behind on my swimming (okay, missed one session...but still!) and I really, really want to go outside for a run. A real run. Not a treadmill hour of pain in the basement. An honest to goodness run in the outdoors.
I'm only 4:04 into my week plan of 8:17 hours training. Damnable weather! I'm hoping to get my car off it's perch on the tundra and to the Y before they close the pool tonight. Mighty M is off with the boys playing Texas Hold-Em, so I can play a little on my own with zero guilt.
I guess it's time for some flexibility here...something about worrying about the things you can control, and letting go of those you can't...
For my own sanity, I think it's time to invest a tiny bit on this little gift so I can go out and play in the snow like a real runner, not some treadmill monkey in the basement. Yeah, these would be nice...
But don't worry...I LOVED the feeling of finishing last week strong, so there's no way I'm falling short this week -- ice storm or no ice storm! Watch out!!