I've been feeling a little burned out about blogging lately. Or maybe I'm just bummed out in general. Looking back at the past few years, I think I get this way around this time of year. It's not yet Spring Break, and it feels like it will neverrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr get here. I get frustrated at school because it always feels like we are spinning our wheels, and the Warrior Princess isn't there anymore to keep me grounded. And entertain me. And give me a place to escape to when I want to get out of my classroom.
A couple of years ago, I couldn't even get motivated to do any cycling in April or May, and it was around this time of year that I decided I couldn't do BRAG. I did do part of it, but it wasn't the same as doing the whole week, and 2009 turned out to be my lowest cycling year since I started keeping up with it.
Maybe it's the weather. We've had a tiny cool spell, and we had rain and thunderstorms all afternoon. Hubby couldn't play golf; I couldn't go ride my bike. It's not like we sat around and groused at each other. We went out for breakfast, bought groceries together (I love having someone help me carry them in the house), went to the home improvement store with the big orange sign and picked out a few thousand dollars worth of stuff we want/need but left empty-handed, grilled steaks for dinner rather than go out to eat, sat around and read. He even tolerated my playing Mario on the Wii a couple of times. I did laundry, washed the sheets on our bed, and Hubby even helped me make it up. Without me asking him to. I worked out on the elliptical, since I couldn't ride today.
It could be that I'm still in a lot of pain in my upper back/neck, and it's frustrating that nothing seems to help. I've put ice on it to lessen the inflammation, I've used that heat stuff you rub on, and it still hurts. It hurts worst when I'm lying down in bed or reclining in my recliner. Guess what I like to do best when I'm stuck at home on a rainy day? I just can't get comfortable.
I could be bummed (still) because I gained a pound last week. I did everything right (seriously, did that one little piece of cake I had at the tailgate last Saturday really sabotage all my other efforts?), worked out every day, twice a day most days, and three times on Wednesday, and I GAINED a pound? The intelligent part of my brain realizes that's part of the process and there are bound to be ups and downs. The emotional part of my brain still thinks it's unfair and wants to be angry at someone.
On a positive note (because I insist that there be one), I'm still working on my knitting. I even have a little contest in mind to give away my creation(s) when I finish. Just as soon as I learn how to change colors.
Sorry for the blah-te-dahs. I hope to be fresher tomorrow night. I'm supposed to run another 5K tomorrow afternoon (weather permitting - I ain't THAT dedicated), and I have a time to shoot for. Maybe that will make me feel better.