Yesterday I wanted to get a jump on May by biking to work. I hadn't biked to work before, so this was a mix of wise choices and poor choices. Wise: I pegged my jeans, remembered my water, and used my inhaler. Poor: I buried my tissues in my backpack. So when my nose started to run, it was sniffle, sniffle, sniffle all the way to work.
Stop and dig them out, you're thinking? Pish!
I got to work, blew my nose, and proceeded to triumphantly get on with my day. Except... I couldn't seem to shake off the sniffles. And my face was still red a few hours into the day. My skin around my nose looked all irritated. And by early afternoon I could deny it no longer: I had a cold.
Now, obviously, I'm not going to get a cold every time I bike to work. I suspect it was already coming on and biking in the morning chill for the first time just swung my immunity door wide open. For the ride home I stuffed my pockets with tissues, took it slow, and stopped several times to blow my nose. Sporty, Oh, YEAH.
So today, the first day of my May Play, I'm home from work with a cold, basically freebasing fresh-squeezed orange juice. I had to cancel my plans for tonight, and I'm not feeling very playful. What to do?
Yeah, that made my head spin to think about.
So I cracked out my Jane Fonda Personal Trainer Series and did one of the 25-minute weight training work outs, plus 1 segment from 5-Day Abs by The Firm. I'm planning to use the personal trainer series a lot this month because one thing I've been thinking about is how May Play isn't about kicking your ass. It's not about boot camp or being Angelina Jolie's body double (although a girl can dream...).
It's just about moving your body for 30 minutes a day, every day. Emphasis on the ease and the fun and the feel-goodness of that.
I've got a lot more exercise tapes that are seriously hard-core, but that's not what this month's about. So I did a little, very light, weight lifting and some ab work, and I'm calling that a Day 1 Win. It didn't burn that many calories, but I feel good about it.
Man, do I love pec flies. Even with 3-pound weights. Oh, yes.
As for my mental state... I'm going back to bed. Sniff.
What did you do today? Hopefully it involved a lot less tissues.