Days 102-104: Cross Country Move

Days 102 & 103:  Although I have lived in Denver for four months, my fiance (and our belongings) were still stored in Washington, DC and Columbus, OH.  On day 102 my fiance and I moved a 16 foot Penske truck from Salina, KS to Denver, CO.   We arrived in Denver early evening and unloaded the jimmy-jammed truck into our apartment.  Now I am not sure if you’ve ever tried this, but I highly recommend trying to fit two large one bedroom apartments (we have not lived together before) into a small 650 square foot two bedroom apartment.  It was a lot like playing life-sized tetris for two days.

Therefore my workouts were moving beds, dressers, boxes and night stands from one room to another time after time, after time.  It took more effort to do this for seven hours on day 102 and twelve hours on day 103 than any other day of working out.  I can honestly say that these two days of constant moving, unpacking and organizing exhausted me more than any other day of working out so far.  Please feel free to yell at me at the top of your lungs and say “THAT DOES NOT COUNT AS A WORKOUT!,” but I would scream back louder and with more gusto than I thought possible, “Hells yes it is!  You try it!”

Day 104:    I have been counting down the days until Michael came home for a lot of reasons; one of them being so that I could share Washington Park with him.  Today was the big day.   After we played belonging tetris for the first few hours of the day we headed over to the park for a short three-mile run, after all, he needed to slowly get acclimated to the altitude after spending a year in the Navy out at sea.  I was so prepared to impress his socks off and smoke him on the run (secretly, I want to do that at some point in our lives).

We ran the first half together and I set a pretty decent pace.  Halfway around the park I could feel him wanting to pull ahead so I said my typical, “you can go faster if you want” and he said, “I’m just so cold” and took off.  I met him back at the car.  So much for my theory on altitude and my dream of beating him running (for now).

Days 100 & 101: Everything Hurts

Day 100:  On day 100 I really wanted to do something out of my comfort zone, so I went to Pai Yoga and tried the TRX Beginner class.  TRX is a suspension strap workout that uses  bodyweight as resistance.   One of the owners of the studio, Jason, was teaching the all woman class with lots of jokes, enthusiasm and multiple explanations.    We started out with a warm-up that left me breathless and nervous for the rest of the class.  I wish I could explain more about what we did in the next hour, but since I was a total beginner I walked out pretty confused and overly amped with adrenaline.  If you have not tried TRX, I wholeheartedly recommend it to anyone who is not faint of heart.

Day 101:  After yesterday’s workout my fiance and I finished packing the truck for the final time and set off for Indianapolis to see some of my college friends for the night.  We stayed up until 11:30 watching basketball and playing board games that I lost terribly at numerous times.  The only reason I am even bringing this up is because it plays into what happened this morning at yoga.  My college best friend, Sara (seen with me singing the Tina role in Rolling On The River) went to class with me at a nearby hot yoga studio at 6 a.m. That means I semi-slept for about five hours and then powered through an hour of yoga.  My body was not happy about any of those things- the waking up early, the yoga or having to move my body after TRX yesterday.   Although the class was fantastic, I couldn’t muster up the energy to get in more than one chaturanga.

I found myself skipping most of the hard poses today, which is something that I almost never do.  I love pushing myself, but in my sore groggy state that was the last thing that could happen.  Once again I found myself realizing how important it is to listen to my body and what it needs.   For example my sore body never needs 12 hours in a moving truck and then three sweet potato pancakes for dinner.  Never.  But sometimes I just have to learn those lessons the hard way.