The Chosen One
/My office in our new home used to belong to a little girl. There is painted writing on the wall asking who the chosen princess of the flower fairies should be. You know I had to handle that. My solution below.
My office in our new home used to belong to a little girl. There is painted writing on the wall asking who the chosen princess of the flower fairies should be. You know I had to handle that. My solution below.
You may recall that right before our move I decided to take a week off from exercise. I'd been feeling mentally and physically run down and needed a break. Sure, I moved and unpacked boxes, but compared to my regular exercise routine, I truly cut back. No running. No biking. No power yoga. No sit-ups, chin-ups, push-ups. No Crossfit or BodyPump. Nada. I took two short walks and that was it.
Saturday marked my return to exercise with a long run. I took some classes on Sunday and did a sprint workout and Crossfit yesterday.
How did it feel? Did I come back rested and stronger?
I don't think so. If anything, I feel just as sluggish as before. I got through the workouts, but I admit I expected to come back with a bit of a Superman vibe, tackling the exercise with renewed strength and vigor. Didn't happen.
I'm disappointed. Not sure what went wrong. Diet? Stress from the move? Not enough sleep?
It will most likely be awhile before I'll try a full deload week again, but in the meantime I'm going to focus on taking at least one full rest day a week. My rest days prior were consisting of power yoga or a light run. I'm going to commit to one day each week where I do nothing more then walk around the neighborhood.
Meanwhile, I did a beast of a Crossfit workout yesterday. Have to admit, I missed the push.
Cheers,
Dena
Now that we're a bit more settled in Barbie's Dream Home, you may be wondering how Blair and I are spending our time. Are we creating gourmet meals in the chef's kitchen? Snuggling in front of the fireplace? Planning the elaborate dinners we'll host?
Nope. We spend most of our free time trying to figure out light switches.
I have never seen so many light features in my life. The kitchen alone has eight switches. Eight! The other night I forbade Blair from turning off the counter top kitchen lights because the dishwasher was running and we weren't entirely sure which switch needed to remain on.
We're here. It took everything but a plague of locuts to get us here, but we're here and we're thrilled!
ONE DAY PRIOR TO MOVING DAY: I call the moving company to confirm arrival time and the woman asks if I'd like to change over from our scheduled 2-day move to one day.
"That would be great," I say. "We've got about 60% of the house packed up so it should go quickly."
MOVING DAY, 8 AM: Ten movers show up on my doorstep. As I show them the house I point out the few things that still need packed. "Uh, we didn't bring boxes," said the crew chief. "We were told this was just a load job."
No boxes? Seriously? Okay, it is what it is and Blair and I can make a few trips and get the rest packed up. I set the guys free in the house and retreat to the kitchen with my laptop to get some work done.
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