I actually got home from work at a somewhat reasonable hour and went another round with Max Cardio Conditioning. I still couldn't do everything, but there was definite improvement over last week and I was excited to make it through the full minute of plank punches.
Getting out of bed hurt, but in a good way. I got a lot done at the office and felt ready to take on Max Cardio Intervals when I got home. I still hate the Pedal, but I kicked the crap out of the full body drills. I did all of them - without stopping - even when sweat started running in my eyes.
I may have felt good yesterday, but today hurt. I was in a fog and sore as hell all day and to top it all off, Walter and Spot had their annual appointment with Dr. Beast. I left work early, Mr. R&R and I loaded them into their carrier, and we headed out into rush hour traffic. We were at Dr. Beast's office for almost 2 hours, but both bunnies are the picture of good health, so it was worth it.
Plus Walter got to spend some quality time with his favorite vet tech getting the wax cores removed from his ears, his nails clipped, and his tummy cleaned up. Seriously, you should see him when she walks into the room - he gets all excited and practically jumps into her arms! Spot, on the other hand, hates going to the vet. Maybe he's jealous of all the attention Walter gets?
By the time we made it home, we gave up on squeezing in a workout and walked over to a local Mexican joint. Big mistake. I'm so used to eating multiple small meals that one large meal sat like a rock in my stomach and made me nauseous all night. Lesson learned.
Due to a new office policy, it looks like I'll be working very late every third Thursday from now on. I barely managed to eat breakfast and lunch, ended up skipping both of my snacks, and didn't come crawling home until after 7pm. To top it all off, I was super stressed about a work issue that absolutely had to be resolved before morning - even though it looked almost impossible. I took another shot at resolving it when I got home and then dragged myself down to The Cave to do battle with the Max Interval Plyo workout I should have done yesterday. I was really distracted through most of the warm up and stretch, but managed to forget my work issues during the intervals themselves. Unfortunately, it came crashing back during every 30 second break. Not cool.
I made one more last ditch effort to resolve the problem when I got back upstairs and then spent the rest of the night waking up every 30 minutes or so, freaking out. Needless to say, I was a zombie by Friday morning.
I walked into work on Friday morning fully prepared to have my ass chewed (or possibly worse) if my last ditch effort didn't work. Good news: it worked! Bad news: By the time I got home, I was pretty much running on fumes and the only things in the world I felt physically, mentally, or emotionally capable of doing were laying on the couch, eating pizza, and drinking a bunch of wine; so that's exactly what I did. I had no regrets.
I woke up after 9+ hours of sleep feeling much better on all fronts. Mr. R&R and I headed out to do some shopping and by the time we got back, we were both so hungry that we schlepped up the street to a new-ish bar/restaurant and over-indulged in greasy goodness and a couple of beers. Apparently I didn't learn my lesson on Wednesday night, because I felt icky all night and the workout did not happen.
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After much discussion, Mr. R&R and I decided that Week 7 was pretty much a food and workout fail and that our best bet was to repeat Week 7's workouts. We spent the day getting ourselves back in order, reading, and hanging out with Walter and Spot. Week 7.2 (as I'll be calling it) is going to have its own unique set of challenges (2 work events that require going out to eat and a milestone birthday dinner for my dad on Saturday), but I think with some careful planning and smart decision-making, it'll still be better than Week 7.1.