Yesterday's WOD consisted of my coming home, showering, having dinner and crashing into sleep on my couch around 7:30, iPhone clutched in my hands as I checked Facebook. I managed to pause the episode of Pushing Daisies streaming through Netflix and my PS3, but when I woke up (well, raised my eyelids to confront a state of grogginess) around 8:15 , I couldn't even keep them up long enough to finish the last ten minutes. I kept nodding off and sort of half-dreaming/half-hallucinating about what I could hear.
I also spent that day lurching around the office and my home like Quasimoto (though I can say I'm a heck of a lot prettier) due to the incredible sore back I had from the workout the day before. To that, I do have to say w00t! because it means I'm breaking through that nasty plateau I was in. I guess in Military-ese that would be Booyah, Hooyah, Oo-rah or Hooah depending on your branch. I can't recall having one in the Air Force. :-)
Anyhoo. That was my workout yesterday: managing to bathe and feed myself before I crashed into sleep consisting of weird dreams. I woke up at one point thinking it had been hours of sleep, but it had only been about ninety minutes. I did sleep very well, but I'm guessing the muscle relaxant and melatonin I took had something to do with that. And the dreams.
I woke up to a less-sore back, and repeated my efforts yesterday of sitting against a heating pad on low, then stretching when I stood to do something. Which I could barely do yesterday...though I did manage to use my trusty rolling pin over my back to work over the sorest spots. Handy things, rolling pins. I rarely never bake, and if I do it's cookies and nothing that requires rolling out dough (it got left behind by my brother when he lived with me for awhile), but it works nicely as a massage implement.
I (briefly) considered going to a class tonight, but when I did I felt my back leap out of me and scamper out the door leaving a trail of barking sounds akin to a yelping dog running away in sheer terror. So I opted out and did an hour or so of yoga instead.
In the immortal words of Judge Harry T. Stone's father on Night Court, I'm feeling MUCH better now.
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