Lost Weekend

After a bad Friday, I was hoping to turn things around with an early start on Saturday.  I have never been a fan of getting up early, but getting up early on the weekend is always a million times worse.  My watch went off at 6am and a quick glance out the window confirmed it was still dark outside. I really wanted to just go back to sleep.  However, I got up and slowly made my way to the bathroom so that I could stand in the shower for 20 minutes.  If that didn't wake me up, nothing was going to.  The long shower did the trick (barely) and I packed my bag to go to the gym.  2 hours of pain was awaiting me.

Except it wasn't.  I pulled up to the annex to see no lights on.  I sat in the car for about 5 minutes, then walked over to the main gym to see if there was anyone there.  No lights there either.  Came back to my car, watched the sun start to rise, and figured that Competitors Class was cancelled when no one arrived by 7:15.  Turns out all the competitors were at the Masters Arctic Blast, where KOP had 2 teams end up on the podium.

Going to the gym before daybreak and finding no class was a bit deflating.  And there was no way I was going back home and then returning to the gym 90 minutes later.  With a handicapping contest in the afternoon and plans later that night, two days off had turned into three.

And three days turned into four.  Saturday night did not end well and Sunday morning was not much better.  Even missed the rowing clinic I had been looking forward to.  Not even through January and I've already run into a frustrating stretch.  Not good at all.

Will try and make up for it tomorrow.  It's Coach Giulia's first day back in training since her surgery and she'll be my teammate in a few weeks, so I need to pull it together.  Let's hope for a WOD that I'll be excited about!