Dream big.

This week has been so. long. like, hands down the longest week of my life.

I will prologue this blog by saying this. Foam rollers are Satan's handiwork and hands down the worst way to begin and end a personal training session, or anything really. It fucking hurts, just so there is no confusion on how I feel on the situation. I have a pretty good poker face but there are 2 occasions in which I don't really care what my face looks like. On the foam roller and running on the treadmill. however, I will be an adult and concede there are benefits like I'm generally less sore/not sore as long. but god, at what cost? It feels a lot like what I imagine laying down on a hot knife to feel like. a little drama to start this post off is just what I've been missing. but really. My legs hurt something awful, but fortunately for me, Darin either forgot or we didn't have that on the menu for today. Either way, I'm not complaining (about that).

I'm gonna complain about my ankle. I know hindsight is 20/20 but I really should have gone to physical therapy. It's swollen right now, it kinda looks like I have a baseball in the side of it. And on Wednesday we did these weird things at the end and now I have a weird awareness of a muscle I haven't felt in a while in my right leg. I really could punch myself in the face for not going to PT when I was 17. Really. Now I'm worried it's never going to get better. Speaking of. My hands are really calloused and I should probably stop picking at them.

My legs hurt something awful. My hamstrings to be specific, and my arms feel super shaky as I type out this masterpiece. And by something awful I mean they really do hurt and I don't mean my baby muscles are sore. I mean it's like a deep this isn't going to get better by tomorrow kinda sore. Dead lifts, squats, Romanian deads, incline presses, bicep curls, hulks, pull downs and this weird rows that I think he made up were on the menu for today and I'm tired as hell. My PLAN for today was to be up at 5am, and be at the YWCA by 5:30 buuut sometimes I don't get out of my bed as quickly as I probably should and it was more like 5:50 when I got on the treadmill....whatever though, my favorite treadmill that has a place for your ipod/iPhone that holds it in place and has a little mini fan on it was free (actually everything was open because I was the only one in the gym) so I started with session 2 of the plan Darin wrote for me. I'm really "training" for a 5k run. What?! Is this real life? I guess so. I know what some people might think. "Whoa dream big sea biscuit!" (That's what I would say to myself) but it's kinda a big deal because I've never done anything like this before. I don't know. It's incredibly scary for me to say you know what, I'm gonna follow this plan as written and hope for the best. If it doesn't work I'm just screwed as far as race day. But if it does work then I can cross this off my bucket list. Maybe I think too much in to things. This morning I probably would have gotten started quicker but I have this weird rule/lovable quirk that I can't start on anything but an even number. Like I won't start running at the 35 second mark. It has to be a 36 or whenever the appointed time is. I have lots of weird things I do. Like if I get an app on my iPhone, I have to delete an app. I dont eat hot foods at night and I can only start running on an even number. Also I love fruit loops. I also have this really bad habit of playing around with speeds, times, inclines and such especially with the couch to 5k.....I haven't with this plan (yet) because Darin specifically said not to...here's to hoping my resolve to just do what's on the plan continues.

I feel like I've been kinda quiet lately. I'm really just tired and more keep to myself when I have a lot on my mind. I know it doesn't sound like it when I write these blogs though haha.

Anyways, I never have actual plans for the weekend. Except this weekend I'm building a roller coaster in my back yard. Just kidding. I'm picking up a few hours of overtime at work, then running and at some point this weekend I really want to try a yoga class at the yoga center in Woodfin...but I'm real nervous. Whatever though, that's really all I can think of to complain about at the moment. I would leave you all with a super inappropriate joke but well, I can't ever be sure who reads this and I don't need to get slaughtered for my mouth...we all know my snark WILL eventually be the death of me, but no need to rush the process :)