Does a workout count if during every step of it you are thinking, “Dear God! Please let this be over soon?” That was my thoughts as I struggled through my morning workout. It wasn’t hard to get out of bed; I found myself waking every hour on the hour beginning at 3ish and at 6ish decided that my lack of sleep was a sign from above and my need to train and I dragged myself out of bed. Let me back up. One of my co-workers gave me a cold. She swears and claims its allergies but I swear listening to her sniff and sneeze all day Friday and today I truly believe it was more of a coughing, aching, stuffy head, sorta feverish symptoms so I can’t rest that I caused a lost weekend. (Aside: Why don’t people stay their sick asses home? Really! Infect the whole office why don’t you instead of taking care of yourself and letting the rest of the office stay healthy. But hey, what do I know?)
Anywhosit, after taking the weekend off from the track (well, Sunday I bagged on my wog partner by oversleeping; sorry Bookwoman!), I made myself go today. When I plugged in my iPod for my workout, these songs played.
No kidding and NO interference from me.
Sinead O’Connor: The Last Day of Our Acquaintance
-Because every step felt as if it would be the last
Colin Hays: Overkill
-The thoughts I was having was a bit too DQ* even for me
Tina Turner: What’s Love Got To DO with it?
–This workout was not done for fun or like. It just needed to be done…
Elliott Yamin: Movin’ On
-No bunnies at the track today. I had to find my own inspiration. Just keep swimming, just keep swimming.
Mystakil: Shake Ya A**
-When I felt like I could no longer take another step, I caught sight of my silhouette. (shiver)
Skinnysongs: Incredible Shrinking Woman
-don’t ask
4 Non Blondes: What’s Going On
-Yay! I’m done!
Tomorrow will be better. I’ve boned up on my Vitamin C, water and rest. My favorite shorts are clean and I found my ear buds (was using The Bee’s and boy did I hear about it!).
Ready to wog,
-r
*DQ: Drama Queen
Why did you say, “Why don’t people stay their sick asses home?”
and then comment out, “Mystakil: Shake Ya A**”?
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What’s the difference?
The first one made me burst out in laughter (I’m surprised you
didn’t hear me) because I think I know who you’re talking about,
my nose was a little runny too 🙂
The descrepency comes from my being enraged at my sick co-worker insisting allergies only.
I call shenanigans. Anywhosit, thanks for visiting and leaving a comment.
-r