Thursday looms. Thursday lurks. Sunday has nothing on Thursday.
The past year or two have been extremely busy on Thursdays for some reason. By the time Wednesday evening rolls around, the weeks workouts have started to take their toll on my legs and the week in general has taken a toll on my brain. I carefully try to schedule all of my Thursday tasks which often include a morning workout, commuting 25+ miles to an office, work, errands, cooking and an afternoon/evening workout.
During the winter, I am lucky enough to participate in a group rollers class every Thursday evening. Every other day of the week, I’m excited about Thursday rollers class. But, come Thursday afternoon, my excitement is slightly diminished as I scamper around trying to get things done before my second workout of the day.
This Wednesday, I thought I had everything organized and planned. The last thing I did before going to sleep was set my alarm for 6:15am and review my plan of attack. I was poised to defeat Thursday. The next thing I knew, it was 8:15 Thursday morning and I was just rolling out of bed. I had a mere 45 minutes to make breakfast, cook a vegetable dish for dinner, do a 45 minute workout, shower, pack up and get out of the house. Clearly, I was not going to stay on schedule. Thursday was fighting back and I didn’t like it one bit.
Throughout the day, I managed to make up a little bit of time, but Thursday continued to hand out the blows. I had to make an unexpected pit stop to fill up on gas. A potential client was a no show for their meeting. Another client scheduling mishap. Finally, I packed up and headed to rollers class.
Group workouts are great because I actually start my workouts on time this way. Also, suffering with other people is generally easier than doing hard workouts alone. It doesn’t matter how tired, cranky, or stressed out I am. As soon as I get on my bike, I forget about everything else. So the biggest hurdle become getting there and getting on my bike. One. Last. Thursday. Thing.
I am happy report that I made it. Last night’s workout was great. I embraced every hard interval. Each participant huffed, puffed, and sweat it out at their own pace on their own set of rollers. Before I knew it, we were done. I was the only one grinning after the grueling sprints at the end. Maybe the others had more Thursday to deal with, but I was done! It ended on such a happy note, that I’m going to call it a tie. Take that, Thursday!