I first heard the term weekend warrior in some magazine. I probably read it cruising along on the ellipticals. But wherever I read it, the term has sort of stuck in my head. Now whenever I do a hard workout, I repeat the term in my head and smile to myself.
Today, was one of those days where I felt like a warrior. After the slightly failed interval workout, today was supposed to be a cross training. Last night, I planned on waking up early at 5AM to get an easy run in. Well, I promptly woke up with the alarm, took one look at the still dark morning, and fell back asleep until 7AM, making a run out of the question. I decided that a run wasn't meant to be and made plans for the spinning class. After all, it was a day meant for cross training.
Then to my surprise, I found myself lacing up my sneakers and heading out at blazing hot 3PM. The good news was that I ran the 3.5 miles and found a very scenic route. It was the perfect route to cruise along with a good friend. But this wasn't the only thing that clinched my status as a weekend warrior. An hour after the run, I went to the spinning class! Not only that, I pushed myself to work my hardest numbers or not.
This great feeling of being fit and healthy diminished when I walked in to my apartment after some bubble tea. On the floor, in a location that I can't ignore, there was a dead bee! I don't even know how that got there, because I sure didn't see a live bee flying around the apartment. Anyways my grand delusions about being a warrior disappeared after having a hysterical fit for about 10 to 20 minutes. I shall take this as fate putting me in my rightful place and reminding me that I've still got a long way to go.