Fit-less

Not only have I been on a blogging hiatus, I have also been on somewhat of a fitness hiatus.  After last fall's Terry Fox run (waaay back in September) I lost my running mojo.  Then the winter to end all winters hit us and there was no desire to exit the house for many, many -40 days.  Only the sad-puppy  eyes of our pooch managed to get me outside at all.  Just as I scraped together all my ambition over the Christmas holidays to started running again (only to rediscover my mojo with a passion) I fell and dislocated my shoulder.  No more running.

Well, it is April.  None of my clothes fit comfortably.  I am dreading the thought of shorts or bare legs.  My physiotherapist has told me to wait with running until I can do a plank for 90 seconds.  90 SECONDS!!! I am not sure that will ever happen.  So I have been somewhat mopey.

Three weeks ago I decided that strength training was where I would have to put my energy right now.  It doesn't feel nearly as good as a long run.  I don't get the fresh-air-induced clean head (which I desperately need daily this time of year), but it will move me towards me 90 seconds goal.

I have been working at it 3/4-assed for three weeks and already feel better.  So it is time to go 4/4-assed about it.

This morning I pulled out my old friend Chalene Johnston and her TurboFire workouts.  Oh my, how far I have fallen.  I huffed and puffed like the wolf.  But I pushed through.  And felt better.

So, my take-away from all this is that it is time to get off the couch, which also means out of bed at the crack of dawn again.

Just a warming, there may be a little grumpiness before we settle into fitness-induced cheer.