The week before I left for Doha, my attitude was something to the effect of “the plane could crash on my way over there, as such, I’m not going to exercise this week.”
While over there, I took the attitude “I worked 12 hours today. I’m bushed. I have approximately enough energy to eat a meal, take a shower, then pass out and do it all over again.” (We did go to the gym one day and use the pool, but that was on the only 10 hour day we worked. All the rest were 12s (or higher).)
The week after I got back, I took the attitude “It’s my birthday week. I’m not going to exercise this week.”
And then, the week after that, was The Week From Hell. We had to work with people who flew in from HQ, everybody was working long hours (though, granted, not 12s), and everything was crazy.
Which means that this week was a normal (even quiet) week. So we exercised. We exercised every day.
On Tuesday, one of my co-worker buddies asked me “how you feelin’, getting back on the horse?” and I huffed (because we were jogging at the time) “this ain’t so bad!” Heck, the fact that I was able to use words in my answer to him made the point more than anything I could have said would have done… but he should have asked me on Wednesday because I would have told him some variant of “UNH UNH EVERYTHING HURTS UNH”
And we even went rock climbing. Where I quickly learned that I had forgotten everything that I might have learned over the summer. Even when I once was able to look at a route and figure out how someone would climb it if it were some sort of video game, I looked at the pieces of plastic screwed to the wall and found myself wondering how anybody could possibly do anything with those silly things.
I did manage to climb halfway up a wall. I did manage to climb halfway up even after the rope tapped me on the shoulder and it felt exactly like someone had climbed up behind me and wanted to show me something. (Seriously, that was *WEIRD*.) And, when the time came to freak out and abort, I managed to let go of the wall and belay down to the floor again. (Seriously, letting go of the wall was *VERY* difficult this time.)
And, tonight, oh my gosh I hurt so much.
But that’s what getting back on horses is supposed to feel like.
As such, this weekend will be spent recuperating. Well, we also have a game night on Saturday which is some sort of Halloween-themed party so I’m going to be making some little mousse cups with a bit of a twist.
You know the thing where you paint aluminum foil muffin cups with Smucker’s Magic Shell and make chocolate cups and then make mousse to pour into those cups? Well, I’m going to make two batches. One with Crème de Menthe and the other with Blackberries and I’m going to call them “Cauldrons”.
Maybe I’ll make bread. We’ll see how it goes.
So… what’s on your docket?
(Image is “Play” by Clare Briggs. Used with permission of the Briggs estate.)