um, brrr!

I'd like to take a moment and apologize for every time I ever snickered at the sad little Texans who bust out the down jackets and mittens when the temperature dips below 40. Because, after almost 9 years here, I have become one of them. Also? Thirty degrees with Houston humidity is a totally different animal than 30-degree Wisconsin. You throw freezing rain and a nasty bit of wind in there, and I won't be leaving the house voluntarily for ANYTHING.

Unfortunately, work is mandatory. Noah's school was closed today, but my office, sadly, was not. So I bundled up, coffeed up, and shut myself into the car before I even opened the garage door. The roads actually weren't that bad and no one was being exceptionally stupid, so I made it to work in the usual amount of time. Since then, I've pretty much been fighting the urge to hibernate.

I really, REALLY need to get back into my working-out groove. I did make it to the Monday morning spin, but I think I'm going to have to start looking at other options. As much as I love the instructor, I don't love leaving the house at 4:40 am to get to the class. There's a 24-hour fitness location about 5 minutes from the house with 5:30 am classes, but I don't like their bikes OR their instructors as well as the Woodlands locations.

The cycling club has trainer classes on Tuesday/Thursday nights that I'm considering also...the last 6-week series focused on strength & endurance, this next 6 weeks are for speed. I wish I hadn't missed that first series--I really could have used some endurance/pacing tips. Still, the speed sessions can't hurt, right? These cost actual money, though, so I'm still waffling.

Even if it's not bike-related, I desperately need to get back into the gym regularly. The Monday morning workout was the first time I've set foot in the gym since...before Christmas? Is that even possible? I'm not so much worried about weight, because my eating has been pretty well under control. What I'm worried about, more than anything, is how easy it is to talk myself out of workouts lately. The longer I go, the easier it gets. And if it really takes 21 days to form a habit, I'm maybe a few days away from forming a bad one.

So, to that end, I'm planning a stop at the gym after work today. Even though it breaks my rule about no voluntary stops in this godforesaken weather, the gym is literally on the way home. Like, I pass within 10 feet of the driveway every single day. I think it's time to turn into the parking lot, for once.

I told you the humidity made a difference when you were still all high-and-mighty living up there. So now I will give you a hearty 'I TOLD YOU SO."

knew that was coming...thought it would be sooner. :)

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