A Week to Breathe

Improperly.

I'd like to boast that not even The Blizzard of '11 was able to keep me from dancing. We'll never know however, because I was stuck on the couch fighting to keep my airways clear.

My theory: my lungs took Franklin's text too seriously. They started visualizing my ribcage as a prison cell, deciding to escape or drown.

In terms of training, I'll just have to accept last week as a period of rest. Resting is naturally part of the training process; it even has several studies trying to determine the optimal periodization schedule. This week, in contrast, will have to proceed with a more pressing urgency to finally accomplish my training goals. I am optimistic with the purchase of exercise pants, a yoga mat, and the discovery of a dance DVD from the depths of my closet (aka Zumba ideas in a box).