Week 3, Day 1 #fatmanlifts


Last week wasn't the greatest. I skipped lifting on Tuesday morning after waking up sick, and missed Thursday as my trainer was out for Thanksgiving (and, let's be honest, I didn't want to work out on the holiday either). I ran on Monday and Wednesday, but shorter distances/times than normal, in part due to sickness, and in part because of the feelings I expressed a couple weeks ago.

I ended up taking off from running again on Friday, as the Seattle Marathon 5K was the following morning. We woke up Saturday to snow, and it took all my willpower to not crawl back into bed. But we didn't. We went out, and we ran it, and we had a lot of fun. But it was also the most I had run in about a week, and my right calf muscle was sore the following couple days.

All this is to say... it was really, really hard to pick up strength training again today (and a leg day to boot).

It's not always easy to get out of bed at 5am and head out the door to run or lift, especially when it's 28 degrees outside. I try to put on a happy face, to keep these updates cheery, to maybe make it sound a little easier than it actually feels in the hopes that I don't scare folks away from trying it themselves. But know that it's difficult for me, too. And that's perfectly okay. Difficult is okay. Difficult is good. Most of the time, the hardest part is getting out the door. The rest of it is just kind of... momentum. And I always, always feel better after.

"So carpe diem, motherfuckers, we’re all going to die. Some of us in excruciating agony. Live a little while you can." - Colson Whitehead