It was a tough one today. I seriously started inhaling peppermint oil towards the end. I ate oatmeal about 7 am, but apparently that's not far enough away from class time to work for me. Plus not sleeping until 3 am, and then not well, didn't help.
The last thing I wanted to see was my oatmeal. I hung tuff.
I look at it this way because I feel like I have no muscle or cardio stamina.
It was good to make it through the door. I made it onto a bike, and I stayed on until the end. Today I climbed a mountain!
Tomorrow is a combo class or combat, I don't know which and then flow. My goal is to not only make it there, but get through 4 tracks before I start mentally whining. Today It began on track 2. Boy did I whine. I almost told myself to shut up! But myself understood and let the whine go for a little while. Then I smothered it with RC oil so I could breath.
I didn't die because I couldn't push myself that hard. I would have seen the oatmeal. Not good.
About Me
- Kelli
- I'm the wife of a retired United States Marine, though not always a nice one (you can take that to mean me or the Marine), I'm a mother of six, Grandmother of six and most of the time I really really like all these people! I'm also a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, though not a perfect one. That's why I still go to church every Sunday... Besides I get stuff there. Guidance, directions, therapy, etc. If I'm lucky I'll remember most of it by Wednesday. However, these days there is less than eight sitting on our row in the chapel, occasional there is more. My kids are growing up and out, but originally there was eight of us, including my husband. Life with a Marine and a six pack of kids is nothing short of chaos, insanity and confusion. So the title Krazy Eights is still appropriate! One day I suspect I could legitimately change it to Krazy Eighty...
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