it all started with wanting to cover up a little tattoo that i got in the le chateau coop from tattoo bill after i found him sitting in the pub and begged him to tattoo me. he begrudged since he’d had a couple drinks, but i convinced him to anyway.
i wore that little guy until his previously purple hair turned green (what was in that ink?) and he got ever so taller as time and gravity had their way with my poor choice of placement (and subject matter, let’s be honest).
so i messaged claire at spike-o-matic and said i’d been itching for a chest piece and had a little coverup involved. i gave her my subject matter, “oriole. oranges. poppies. bees.”
a month or so later, i went in and got to see the drawing she’d done.
it doesn’t look that big on paper, does it? it is.
we waited a month to heal and then she did the shading. thankfully it was the monday of birthday week and i could take care of it like it should be taken care of.
the shading turned out great!
a month later (last friday), i went in for the color. so much color. i was in the chair for four hours. i didn’t want to stop because that would mean i’d have to come back and do it some more!
so, we both powered through and the result is fantastic.
it’s a little better in person. so, if you’re lucky enough to see me wearing a v-neck shirt, you can take a peek.
here’s something really weird. i woke up sunday and actually wanted to run. i didn’t have that feeling of dread that i remember from the last time. even with a newly scarred chest tattoo (got color work done on friday: stay tuned for that).
i pushed on my sports bra and, since it was 52°, tried to figure out what kind of outerwear i had that could suffice. the sun was out so, i risked wearing just my arm warmers and a t-shirt (on the top half, of course).
i suited up, and to the dismay of the dogs, went outside without them.
by now, i’ve been able to mentally count the repetitions of run/walk and made it to the “you’re halfway!” point pretty easily. the last two run/walk groupings were a little rough, but only in my shins, which i assume will either stay the same or get better as the muscles learn.
i got home, stretched, showered, and *finally* walked the dogs. just in time, too, because the day got much colder and overcast. i’m glad i was up to see the sun and the neighborhood oriole.
speaking of orioles, see next post.
yesterday, i worked from home because i had to drive to a training on the far east side in the afternoon. i had a hard enough time getting in and out of my car on the way there, and the training was 2.5 hours of sitting, staring at a monitor on the wall to my right.
by the time i got home i could barely get up off the toilet. so, i took half a cyclobenzaprine and waited to get tired. fast forward to this morning and i still couldn’t get out of bed without wincing, so i’m working from home again.
except i started to feel a little better and decided to try running. i didn’t want to miss a day in the schedule cuz then i’d be all off. i’m already risking saturday’s run with the tattoo work tomorrow afternoon. hopefully, i’m not too throbby on saturday morning.
anyhoo, the run was ok. after the first run/walk rotation i thought that the run part wasn’t so bad. after the third run, i thought my feet were going to fall off. i guess it’s all relative.
getting up at 5 made the work day long, but i made it all the way until i laid my head on my pillow around 2215.
my butt was most sore yesterday, but walking down flights of stairs reminded me that i have Vastus medialises (or whatever the plural is).
those muscles seem to be getting better, but i just rose from a 2.5-hour meeting wherein i was sitting and looking to my right at a monitor on the wall. now i can barely get up after using the toilet because my back goes into spasms if i move wrong.
i’m supposed to do day two tomorrow…
i’m unsure of what happened (duh, i turned 40), but, i gained upwards of 10 pounds since my dr appointment in december. i know i’m not using the same scale, but it’s obvious my front sticks out further than it once did.
i had every intention of starting couch-to-5k on may 1, since it was a monday and it seemed like a logical place to begin. of course, many things kept me from beginning, most of all, my ability to rationalize anything.
my sleep schedule has been a little off. i’ll fall asleep pretty easily but wake up for a bathroom break and then i’m awake for 1-2 hours. this isn’t so terrible. the terrible part is, once i do fall back to sleep, my alarm goes off and i am so deep into a sleep cycle that i can’t even fathom getting out of bed. so then i sleep too late and then i’m too late to work (in my mind) and then i have to catch up and yadda yadda.
so, this morning, i woke up at 5 to pee. laid back down in bed and thought, “i could either stare at my phone for 45 minutes, or i could gtfup and start running.”
i threw on the one sports bra that i could find from the last time i tried this and got on some light layers for jogging. for some reason, even tho it was already 65° and 90% humidity, i decided that i might need a hoodie.
that was silly.
anyhoo, i completed week one, day one of c25k this morning.
afterward, i laid down in bed to cool off and matt had the grand idea to go over to the diner for breakfast. and breakfast we did. at 6:30am.
we got home and i readied myself for work and matt went to bed.