Happy Paczki Day!
Today I am distracted by my sore muscles and sore foot. I'll start with the muscles. I have been working out once a week at RPM in Birmingham, my daughter and I worked out there together while she was home for the summer (it was a great bonding experience, I highly recommend it) and I kept it up after she left. I swing kettle bells, do ball slams, and am working towards being able to dead lift 150 lbs. (Check out this article on the benefits of doing dead lifts). My trainer, Jaclyn, got hit by the flu last week and I didn't have time to get in so I - foolishly - asked if I could work out with her Monday AND Tuesday this week.
WHAT WAS I THINKING?
My arms and back are SO sore today I can barely open the door to the studio (it IS a really heavy door). I don't know how I'm going to live through another hour today. This could be my farewell blog post. If so, thanks for everything.
Now for the foot. I've had plantar fasciitis since June. I've tried stretching, cold/heat, injections, etc. I finally decided to get smart and am now visiting Blast Pain in Troy. It no longer feels like I'm walking on needles, but some days feel better than others. I'm not resting it like I should either (obviously). I have finally stopped running. So that means any day now I'm going to have to stop eating. It's going to be Fat Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, and Monday for me.
On open letter to the lady in my neighborhood:
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