From the start, today was just not fun. I wouldn’t go so far as to say it sucked because every day above ground is a good day, right?
But, to quote that guy-whose-song-played-over-montages-of-crying-American-Idol-rejects, “I had a bad day.”
It started with me sleeping through my alarm. I set it for 5:30 a.m. to try and make it to the gym for the first time this week for Week 7 (of 8) of Best Body Bootcamp. I have no conscious memory of turning the alarm off but when I finally heard it, it was 6:20, way too late to go to the gym. I know I probably should have gotten up then and gone for a run instead but I decided I’d go to the gym during lunch, so I rolled back over and went back to sleep for awhile longer.
Hey, wait, maybe that’s not such a bad start after all.
The morning was its normal chaos with everyone more disorganized than usual since it was E’s first day back to school since Thursday. Stupid federal holidays closing schools. I’m still nursing a bit of an annoyed hangover that I had to pay $75 for the day just to go to work. It’s fine, I know it is. That’s part of the deal with having kids. And she had a BLAST with her favorite babysitter (one of the teachers from her school). But it still bugs me that we’re paying a monthly fee and the school still closes on federal holidays. Don’t get me wrong — we LOVE our school and wouldn’t switch, but the spring semester seems to have holidays every damn week.
We finally got out the door, only a few minutes later than usual, and I rushed my stuff together so I wouldn’t be too late for work. I was already cranky and tired and feeling blah and when I got to work, my attitude took a big turn for the worse when I opened my computer bag and discovered I’d accidentally grabbed my old, banged up laptop instead of my shiny newish one. Not only did I have to work with a computer that crawls along at a snail’s pace, but it was missing most of my work files.
After an annoying morning with the computer, I hit the gym.
If you follow me on Instagram, you already know that I have a new mortal enemy:
On Thursday, I got cocky with my training and I was doing sprint steps on that step. Suddenly, one of the grooves of my sneaker caught on the edge and I went flying backwards, landing on my ass. It was a spectacular sight, I’m sure. As I came down, I tried to brace my fall and came down hard on my right wrist. It’s been killing me ever since. It’s not broken and I don’t even think it’s sprained. Normal movements don’t hurt it too much but whenever I put any weight on it, it KILLS.
I still worked out on Friday and Saturday but it was pretty sore. I used it all weekend for our pressure-washing and spraypainting project but it was definitely bothering me. I thought with a day off (Monday) it’d be OK to return to the gym today. I thought wrong.
This week’s Best Body Bootcamp workouts are power workouts, and today’s in particular included a lot of pushing on the wrists. When I was doing pull motions, such as the inverted rows (essentially an upside down push-up) the wrist hurt but was still OK. But when I tried to do crossover push-ups, I was in serious pain. Somehow I still did three sets of 10/side but I was done after that. I attempted the remaining two moves and just could not do them. The one I could not do at all and the other I had to heavily modify for the sore side.
And then I started to cry at the gym. For real.
I think the bad day plus my frustration with my progress caught up with me. It wasn’t a full-fledged cry but there were tears. I’ve never not been able to complete a workout and it was really upsetting.
I know it’s just one day but I am worried that my wrist may have lingering effects for awhile. I should probably just stick to cardio tomorrow but I’m afraid tomorrow will be my last chance for the week to workout. I leave on Thursday for my trip back to Syracuse with my college roommate and BFF Missy, and sure we may squeeze some exercise in between hangovers and trying to stay warm, but I’m not optimistic.
So I just went through tomorrow’s strength training workout and found a lot of modifications for the plan that will help me avoid putting any weight on the wrist.
If you’re rolling your eyes reading this whiny post, believe me, I’m right there with you.
In fact, even E. called me out on it tonight. When I was giving her a bath, she said, “Mommy, why don’t you tell me about your day at work and I’ll tell you about my day at school.”
“OK,” I said, “but Mommy didn’t have a very good day today.”
I proceeded to explain some of these things to her and although she gave me lots of sympathy over my “boo boo,” the rest didn’t seem to make sense to her.
Then I said to her, “What was the best part of your day?”
“My favorite part was that my job this week is line leader so I get to always go first for everything.”
“And what was the worst part?”
“When Daddy left after dropping me off. I got really sad. I miss you two so much during the day that sometimes, I pretend I have to go potty and I go into the bathroom and cry. I wish you were my teacher, Mommy.”
And then I cried for the second time today.
How heartbreakingly sweet is that? DadJovi says she was playing me (“She’s never been sad for me to leave at dropoff. She’s already playing with her friends by the time I leave.”) but I think it was sincere.
I assured her that I miss her every minute of the day, too, but tried to convince her that sometimes being apart makes our time together that much more special.
I’m not sure she was buying it but it seemed to appease her for now. Separation and responsibilities are complicated topics for bathtime and I’m sure I could have done it better. But I was too busy feeling ashamed that my bad day is so lame next to her worst moment.
So it’s time to turn my attitude around. In the words of Scarlett, “After all, tomorrow is another day.”
How do you shake off your bad moods? What are your tips for bouncing back from bad workouts?