So you know how we skipped spring here in the Midwest, went right into those scorching doldrums of summer? Well, now spring is here, in all it’s tornado glory. On a running day. Naturally.
Garr. Is that every possible hazardous weather condition that exists? No tsunami? Well then.
I got up this morning – tentatively – to determine whether or not I was going to nut up and put on the headlamp for an early morning run.
I took one look outside at the silhouettes of leafless trees thrashing back and forth in the dark and, yeah, no. I may have once taken shelter from a torrential downpour in a portable toilet during an 18-mile run, but damaging winds and thunderstorms are where I draw the line, folks. For serious.
So I made coffee and did a nice episode of Jillian on the carpet.
I’ve sorta been slacking in the whole Jillian department since, oh I don’t know, sometime around mid-September?
I do this a lot. As evidenced here and here, I have a habit of hurting myself due to inadequate strength work and then complaining about it later on. (But really? Who doesn’t love to hear me complain?)
Luckily, this time I came to my senses and started my regular strength workouts again last week.
Nothing makes me sweat and curse as much as Jillian, the tramp.
I’m still scrambling around to finish up some work stuff this week so bear with me. I promise I’ll be back soon with fresh*, exciting** and hilarious*** content.
Meantime, listen to some happy weather-inspired music (thanks @hoosierbeergeek!)
*stale **slightly confusing ***awkwardly unfunny