Fall Has Fallen

I had a very good workout with Marcela on Friday. My knee was up to the task, so she killed me with lunges (hence, the sore butt. I told her that if anyone ever called her a pain in the butt that she shouldn't take it personally...ugh). Let me also say that unless you really want your trainer friend to kill your abs, do not tell her that your middle schooler said you were fluffy around the middle. She had me do 20 of these and 20 of those and 30 of those and 20 of these....she likely lost count because counting isn't her thing, but I know there had to be more than 100 sit up type things that she had me do. (If you're keeping track, she killed my butt, then my abs.) She complained again about my face not telling her when to add weight and when I actually had enough. She said it doesn't even change colors. She is getting better at giving warning signals when she is getting ready to feel if my shoulders or abs are squishy and need extra work. (We're up to sore shoulders, abs, and butt, if you're keeping track.) My back is sore too, but I wouldn't say she actually killed my back. Marcela wanted a before and after picture to hang at the gym, so at the end of the session I gave her a picture that Marcia took of me and had hanging behind the desk where I work that was making people think I have a terminal disease because it was a bad picture of me nearly 40 lbs heavier than I am now. (Marcia took a new picture for behind the desk. Thanks, Hon.)

I skipped jogging or moving any more than necessary on Saturday because Marcela killed parts of me that needed to work fairly pain free if I want to jog (like my butt, my abs, and now my quads were sore, too). However, on Sunday the Killer trail was calling my name, so I jogged all five hilly miles of it (now, my quads were really sore). I jogged it in 59 minutes. I am not sure if I've jogged it in under an hour before the cortisone shot. I took it as a new personal best. Yea, me. I still am a little off pace of what I'm shooting for but I'm improving. :) The thing is...it was chilly. I wore one of my son's old sweat suits and was still a little chilly. The wind was blowing the leaves off of the tree. I thought, "How nice." :)

Well....this morning (at 5 am), it was 52 degrees and I went jogging. It wasn't freezing until I started sweating. The wind wasn't sweetly blowing the leaves off of the trees, it was sending chills down my sweat covered back. My eyes were watering so much that I was wiping tears off of my face ever so often, convinced that if I didn't, they would freeze to my face. My nose was running like a faucet and I was glad that it is dark at that time of the morning so that nobody would see how ridiculous that I looked. I'm sure dogs were whimpering at their doors because of my high pitched gasps for breath I was taking because cold air is harder to breath than warm air. I was thinking that I need to be grateful for fall because winter is coming. Thank God winter isn't all that cold here, but there might be a day or two when it gets cold enough to freeze sweat, tears, and snot to my face....ewwwwwwwwweeeeee...... After I warmed up, I was invigorated and glad that my body is still able to jog...of course, that was about three hours later. I really thought fall would be a better time to jog than summer, but I guess with as early as I have to jog, it will be a little nippy from time to time. When you're jogging in the dark, you can't enjoy the fall leaves. Thank God for i-pods and Chris Tomlin, among others. I still love being out there...it does make me feel alive. Dead people don't gasp for breath with runny noses and cry as they jog around their neighborhood, now do they? :) lol