Gorgeous day here, today-- crystal clear blue sky, upper 40s, and dry. Really, it couldn't be a nicer early spring day.
And it just makes me cranky, because it emphasizes how much I feel like a beached manatee after what is effectively a month without any aerobic activity and 3 months since the last consistent activity. Add in a travel schedule that has made eating normally, let alone properly, a challenge, and I'm basically a big zip-loc bag of pudding.
I thought maybe all the walking I'm doing would help some, and I always take the stairs instead of the escalators in the metro stations, but the last shred of delusion was stripped away this morning when I took the stairs up to the apt after going to the market, and it felt like I was doing an entire race's worth of the Amphitheater of Pain in one go. I guess it could have been worse-- at least I didn't puke.
Anyway, I hope the trainer shows up next week. Now that's something to be cranky about.