Little Brick

It’s nice to get some happy endorphins back into my body through exercise.  I am a little surprised at how down I got this week.

I suppose the hope of a dream is also a reality slap sometimes, and it coldcocked me but good.  I am on the mend, however, and reconfiguring myself and thinking of new coping strategies.  It’ll all turn out fine, but it’s sometimes hard to take the death of a dream.

Today I dragged my poor head-cold honey to the gym for some good cycling and running time.  I wanted to work on hills/speed, but with the temps at 9 degrees with over 5″ of snow–and the fact that I am a HUGE wimp when it comes to cold and snow–it had to be the spinner and the treadmill for me.

I kept up my RPM and did 5 minutes of spin, and then some alternating hard/easy minutes (sadly, I am new to pushing that power quotient); then ended after about 17 minutes.  Mom showed (yup! she’s in her late 70s and she works out all the time!) and we started blabbering, so I wanted to spend time walking with her, hearing about her week.  She wanted to get on the rower, so I hopped on the treadmill and did some speed then incline work.

I didn’t intend to go far, but I want to work on picking up the pace a bit.  I did .05 warmup, then .5 miles at a 12:00 minute mile (remember, I’m in the 13:00+ range); then .20 miles walking before doing .25 with a 2 incline at 5.5 mph.  After a little break (.2 miles walking), I did .1 at a 10:00 minute mile, just to make sure I could.  I stretched a lot, did some core, and called it good.

After breakfast and paying bills, I hauled my puppy around to a bunch of stores (she is indeed a pavlov’s dog when we hit the bank drive-through–I’ll have to wring out the car seat towel!) before taking her to the softball fields where she ran and ran and ran and ran and made doggy-snow angels, then ran and ran and ran.  You see, she woke me up again at  4:15am (every day this week).  This morning I was so pissed off I shut her out of the bedroom.  I’ve never done that–but with the snow plows yesterday at 2-3am, then her at 4-5:30; I just couldn’t take it any more.  I realized she’s probably just really bored and not tired at all.  I’m simply trying to wear her out.

Anyway, I feel much better about work-related things today, although nothing has been solved.  Academia is a weird place, that’s for certain.  I’m just so happy I have a job, paycheck, relative stability, and absolutely adore my students.

That’s all I got.  Oh, here’s my little girl playing in the snow yesterday.  It’s a crappy photo from just my phone, but at least you have the joy of seeing Dulcinea.

Okay, maybe that was more for me. 

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