Wishing I lived in a one story house

I had the best intentions to run yesterday after work. That didn't quite happen. The weather could not be better. Temps are topping out in the 80's and there is the perfect hint of spring here with the raging winds of the weekend calming down to gentle breezes. Mid-80's probably sounds hot to run in for many not living here. Or maybe you're all so sick of snow it sounds good? I assure you that with the dry air, running in 80 degrees here is like a perfect 60 degree day. Add the humidity and I'm shot!

Oh...wait. I seem to be stalling here with my excuse for not running!

You see, I had my PT session. 1 hour. My trainer is thrilled with my progress and after last Friday's "easy" day was ready to ramp back up and hit me hard for the first 30 minutes with squats, lunges, leg presses, hamstring crap (oh, how I hate the hamstring exercises!). Then he topped it all off with a bunch of lower back stuff, obliques, shoulders and arms and the grand finale of straight up pure ABS. I'm not flexible enough so the cherry on top was lots and lots of stretching.

My trainer also told me that I was "stoic." This is because no matter what he tells me to do, I do it. And I do it with very little noise, facial expression or smiling. Which results in him adding more weight. In my brain, I am screaming obscenities. But I always oblige. He is not making me do anything I can't physically handle. But damn. It sure as heck hurts sometimes!

But by the end of yesterday's session, I feebly put my work clothes back on and wobbled to my car. 3 hours later when I got home, I was still totally and utterly weak. I literally did not think I would be able to move my legs in a running pattern.

My daughter asked me to pick her up and carry her upstairs last night. My response? "Oh honey. Mommy's legs are Jello. I can't pick you up!" That caused her to break into hysterics and explaining that I did not have Jello in my legs, how silly of me!

And so I picked her up and up the stairs we went.