I like boots, but this is ridiculous…

Got on the elliptical yesterday and rocked out for 30 minutes.  Felt delicious to sweat like that!  Just in time–got on the scale at the gym and it’s worse than I thought, so I need my cardio, STAT!  Of all the things I could be doing while I’m not working out during recovery, eating bad things should not be one of them… but alas!  I am my own emotional-eating cliche.  Anyway, when a girl can jump on the elliptical for 30 minutes, there’s hope!  I’m just a limp and a jog away from pretty-darn normal.

Man, I’m down today.  Seeing that post about the never ending impact of this injury by way of orthotics, and eating pizza like it was my job last night and not having the ability to work it all off at the gym today, and this crazy heat wave and no air conditioner tonight (at least I have ready-to-go icepacks for bedtime), people months ahead of me still limping.  BLAH!!  BOO!!  HISS!!  Plus everyone in my life assuming all is well because I’m back in shoes.  And there’s no good way to tell them the truth…

I think I need a good-old-fashioned drunk.  It’s been a while.