Michelle: Well, I have failed the second day in. I slept in until the sweet, sweet golden hour of 9 am. It was incredible and I don’t regret it even though it sort of means I already failed. Anyway, I have a pretty good excuse. Quick recap of the day yesterday: I woke up at 5 am after going to bed at midnight like a moron, did an easy workout at the gym, got into work by 7:30 am, left at 3:30. Then, I came home and went on a 20-mile bike ride. (But wait, there’s more…)
After riding, I started cooking dinner with my boyfriend and then, BAM. My boyfriend sliced into his finger badly and blood was all over the kitchen and my boyfriend’s hand. “It’s a deep one,” he says. I quickly assessed the situation and decided based on the waterfall of blood and deepness of the cut that we should probably go to the hospital to get it stitched up. My boyfriend was impatient to leave the hospital and kept saying he probably didn’t need stitches as we waited in the ER. I just let him think he was right because what is the use of arguing with a crazed, bloodied man?
Finally, four hours after we got there, he got stitches for his cut and was sent off with his frankenfinger. By the time we got home, it was very late and I decided that I should give myself a full eight hours as a reward for saving my boyfriend’s life. Thus, I slept in til 9. The end. Tomorrow, it’s back to 5am wakeups and 6am workouts, frankenfinger or not.
Vivian: I fee like my life is steering off course. Last night I fell asleep at 9 and didn’t even get to enjoy National Margarita Day – though admittedly I gave up drinking for Lent so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ . But still, I felt like a grandma.
The good news is that since I went to bed so early, I was ready spring up at the sound of my first alarm at 5:30 a.m. without hitting snooze (okay, maybe just once). My first concern was that, unlike yesterday, the sun wasn’t rearing the tops of its shiny head through the corners of my window. For a second I consider that as a sign to get back under the covers but I refrained.
But feeling severely thrown off from my usual routine I was at a lost when I got to the gym. Kayla Itsines has today as a low-intensity cardio day but I wasn’t in the mood to go 45 minutes on the elliptical or treadmill when there’s a vast opportunity of gym equipment before me. In the end, I spent an hour doing a bunch of non-complimentary exercises, jumping on whatever machine or using whatever weights peaked my interest the moment I walked by (turns out to be a lot of ab work and I’m regretting it during this sneezing fit that I’m having). I vowed to get cardio in later tonight at my apartment gym but that idea seems less and less interesting as the day goes on.
It’s only day two and I no longer have a concept of time. And if it was at all possible, I am even more indecisive than usual. On the bright side, I am a lot more alert and energized than usual.
Michelle vs Vivian: