Well, I had originally planned for a hill workout today. I went online yesterday afternoon, mapped out this crazy hilly route for a total of 6 miles. I was excited! I am going to start doing regular hill workouts, yay! Last night, however, whilst lying in bed, I started thinking... oh god, do I have to do a hill workout?
I enjoy running. Seriously. I know I get a lot of blank stares out there when I say that, but I honestly do. It's liberating, its intoxicating, the rhythm of my shoes on the pavement is hypnotizing and when I can drift off into a deep thought process, it's therapeutic. So, yeah, I enjoy running. Now, to put this in perspective with a crappy metaphor, I also enjoyed my southern lit english class in college. I loved reading Faulkner, Poe, and Percy... but, I didn't love Flannery O'Connor (I know, I know blasphemous, right? Dude, she is totally overrated. She wrote like she was writing for 7 year olds). So, hill workouts are like my Flannery O'Connor. I know that I should enjoy it, I love running, I should love pushing myself: I love southern literature, I should love Flannery O'Connor. But I just don't. I freaking hate them. Both.
So, yeah, I didn't do the hill workout today. I stepped outside and literally 3 seconds later I was already wiping the sweat from my brow. It was too damn hot. Next week, though, there will be hills.
Last night I did play tennis. And let me ask you a question... is it possible to get worse at something the more you practice? I mean, last night I was actually wiffing at balls. Like, totally missing them.
Tonight's agenda: Yoga Lattes and possibly my strength training video. I need new weights though. Some of those exercises are impossible with 8 pound weights. What weight do you usually use?