This whole entire week was a mess. I was still struggling with the vertigo and the new meds, and I was weak, exhausted, fatigued and grumpy. On top of that, I had all kinds of social commitmens and deadlines for students. All work and no rest makes MAJ something something.
So guess what got cut?
Yup. My workouts. I got two rides and a run . . . that's it. No swims, no yoga, nothing extra. Swims make me extra dizzy when I'm ... well, dizzy.
Despite the confusion, it ended up being a pretty great week. I re-sharpened my focus for my workouts and for school, I got in all but a transcript request for my last 3 grad school applications, saw 3 of my fave people (a couple of whom I haven't seen in months or years), and hit that new low weight I talked about (haven't seen it since, but I'm sure it'll re-appear soon enough.)
Last week was a week not to worry about workouts. I usually go to Masters swim or group rides, sometimes even group runs, because it pushes me harder to work out with other people. It may be a week to find a balance: sleep in past 5am but still put in the miles.
I got to thinking about how confusion can often bring about a new focus, even if it's because we are seeking some kind of clarity in the midst of it. I realized that I really needed to sharpen my focus and overcome some of these physical obstacles. With all my previous experience, conquering physical obstacles should be nbd. My focus should be laser-like.
All of a sudden my favorite misunderstood song lyrics popped into my head.
Kyrie (Mr. Mister)
Your own personal Jesus
My understanding of pop lyrics in the 80's and 90's? Awful. Let's hope this week's focus is better.
Happy hump day!