Or as Naomi so endearingly called it, Paralyzing Friday Fear.
I missed my Thursday cross train yesterday. I am so freakin' afraid to do anything that is Not on the Schedule. And said schedule reads: "Run 30-45 minutes Monday and Wednesday, cross train Tuesday and Thursday, rest Friday." Right, and no problem.
Except last week I missed Thursday's cross train (see Thursday freak-out below) and was afraid to Break the Rest Day Rule and do it on Friday. This week, hello, I missed it again. Only this morning, a Friday—rest day, please note—I said to myself, "the gods be damned," (please also note: little "g"), went wild, and did my x-training anyway.
Thirty elliptical minutes this a.m. Which is an interesting turn of phrase (ha ha).
So, for the record, please (and I do beg your indulgence here) once more note: I am taking an enormous risk by Not Following the Schedule. And we'll just pretend this is a little experiment in whether or not Jeanne is insane by being So Afraid to Not Follow the Schedule. (I could make Nazi references here, but will refrain, in the interest of good taste.)
Tomorrow is a short run of only six miles. So perhaps this is not the best test, but it gives you a glimpse into my own personal episode of "Fear Factor."
I really need to lighten up a bit, doncha think?