There are so many excuses as to why, work, snow shovelling, winter, kids extracurriculars, new morning schedule because of other peoples work, blah, blah, blah.
But the biggest change I can blame is cutting coffee after the whole sour belly episode. Even though I was only on the stuff for about 3 months, it was helping put some momentum in my morning. Since going cold turkey with the dark oily brewed gold, I have only made it out of bed on time to work out twice. Now I am not saying that the coffee itself is the reason that I am not making morning work outs, but getting up to have the coffee that has been gently perking when the timer clicks on in the darkness of the early morning, and the dark roasted scents beckoning me from my slumberous cocoon where I am wrapped up like a toasty warm cinnamon bun saying gently " hey buddy, hey fella, its time to get up and jump start your day with a cup of hot, deliciousness that will make everything else in life seem a little bit better". When you have had that, and now are in some self imposed exile, it kills the spirit a little.
It think that coupled with the new rules for #cigarSunday achievement has my attitude in the craper. We are now going on week 3 of not getting the appropriate amount of workouts in and Im def starting to get cranky about it and start falling into the worst cycle. Forecasting the week, seeing that i wont get the right amount of workouts in ( cranky); then cutting work outs that I could do but because i dont get the prize dont do them ( crankier); then because I am not working out and feeling shitty, eat all the things I shouldnt for the instant gratification of eating those things ( crankiest); then seeing myself side on in a mirror ( there goes 10$ to the swear jar).
So work outs have been:
Tuesday: 750m swim
Wednesday: 13mile bike
Thursday: 5km run + 750m swim
Friday: 5km run + 750m swim
Sunday: off ( knee popped out of place)
Wednesday: 5km run + 750m swim
Thursday: 13mile bike + 1000m swim
Friday: 5km run + 750m swim
Sunday: 13mile bike + weights
So yeah, also a couple weeks ago my knee decided that it wanted to Quebec and separate itself from the rest of my leg and popped out of place. Not sure how to describe the pain, but imagine an action figure ball joint for the leg or arm popping out of place and swinging free and how much force you have to use sometime to get that back into place, how it can slip out again and you have to really reef on it to get it back into working condition, couple that with getting kicked in the crotch and bending your fingers back 5 notches past sore.
Anywho, i popped it back in but left me pretty gun shy on doing any running for the next while, which stinks because i was woking my speed back up and getting the incline upto 5-6.
So yeah to sum up the last couple weeks, 5 pounds of crap in a 2 pound bag.
On the upside, Deadpool comes out this week and while I was never a huge fan in comic book form, Ryan Reynolds version looks pretty funny from all that I have seen in the trailers and testicular cancer ads that he has done. What says valentines day more then a comic based movie? Nothing.
Sean "BigBoyRunning" Ryan