A Tough Week

I started off this week with my first trip to the gym in months. I can really only bare to be working out indoors when the weather is too cold be outside. So I let Karlo torture me for the first two days of the week. It was hard and I felt weak. I hated it.

On Monday night we went to our swing dance lesson and had a ball. The next day I woke up with a sore knee – my typical bad knee and my typical knee pain. No big deal, but I was feeling like quite the wus being sore from dancing. I must say that hearing about my idol, and Olympic gold champion, Misty ending up in a cast from her dancing stint made me feel a little better.

I went back to the gym with Karlo on Tuesday for more punishment. On Wednesday I was very sore, or at least I thought I was very sore. I had no idea how much the soreness would intensify as the days went on. I thought Wednesday was bad . . . Thursday was even worse. I had a hard time just getting through the normal course of the day. Lifting my arms past shoulder level was simply impossible and there wasn’t a square inch of my back that didn’t kill if touched in any way. Try living with Karlo in this condition. You have no idea!

I actually starting to have feelings of, “I’m getting to old for this nonsense. Why do I do this to myself? I think I should retire from torturing my body.” I was getting comfortable with giving up on the idea of killing myself to stay in great shape. Life would be so much easier if I just let go of this impossible ideal. And this blissful thought lasted for at least 14 hours.

Then last night I went to line dancing class. I talked to a new local friend and got the report on how she did in her very first triathlon. She really inspired me and I made a comment like, “You go girl. I wish I could do it.” That led to her saying, “Hey, maybe next year we can do it together as a team.” My eyes immediately widened and twinkled. I jumped up and shook her hand, “You’re on. Let’s start training in the Spring.” I went home so excited I couldn’t sleep.