Not this kind of brick |
I woke up this morning feeling very anxious. I couldn't breathe very well. I felt like an elephant was sitting on my chest, squeezing all the air out. Anxiety always triggers my asthma and this time of the year my lungs are struggling for air anyway.
I went to bed feeling like this and I woke up feeling like this. It started yesterday with The Boy and the hair cut incident. Things are quiet down in The Boy's room right now, but at any moment, one phone call from his dad and things could explode. Usually in my face.
The Boy woke me up this morning with a run down of what his dad plans to do tomorrow (in preparation for the wedding) with him at the last minute. The Boy was already planning ways out of it and wants to go with his friend and do something else. His dad wants to pick him up around 1:00 and go pick up the tux. Then he expects The Boy to hang out at his office with him while he works the rest of the day.
First of all, this last minute running around stuff usually doesn't work very well with The Boy. He has Asperger's. He likes things planned out and given plenty of time to prepare himself for things he doesn't really like to do. Hopefully, his dad telling him ahead of time will help prepare him a little.
The biggest problem is that his dad doesn't except the fact he has Asperger's. He doesn't like what he calls "labels". He would rather hang onto the fact The Boy behaves this way because of bad parenting. Not his, but mine since I "won" custody and just haven't taught him proper manners.
I don't really like labels either but sometimes they are necessary to help classify special needs children. What can be bad are the false or incorrect stereotypes that can go with a label of Asperger's or ADD. I recently came across a really good article on the subject. I feel the same way about labels as this author does here.
Second, in this last minute whirlwind of getting things for the wedding and finishing up work related things, it might get a little bit stress full for the dad and from past experience, The Boy shuts down during these times. Instead of speeding it up and getting things done, there could be an opposite reaction.
In the end, The Boy suffers. And when The Boy suffers because of his dad's lack of patience and understanding, I get major league stressed out.
It's all bad.
And there's still that hair cut thing. Something that The Boy really dislikes but has found someone who he can tolerate and actually likes now. She was very surprised a couple of months ago when he actually started talking to her while she was cutting his hair. She probably asked him something about computers.
I'm still waiting on what's going to go down on that little issue. That's a really "hairy" issue!
Not being able to breath very well and having this sense of doom floating around over my head, I didn't feel very motivated to go to the gym. I had to force myself to go with The Murph today.
When I got there I thought I would just get on the exercise bike for a few minutes for an easy spin, then I remembered today is Thursday. Crap! Thursday for me are brick days. And bricks are a tough workout no matter how short.
This kind of brick |
Bricks help teach your body to move the flow of blood from the muscles you use while biking to the muscles you use while running more efficiently. The faster your body can do this off the bike, the better your run will be.
Me, one of my bikes and my training buddy |
For the past 12 years I have always done a brick workout on Thursday. It's mandatory for me. I can do it on my real bike out on the road or with my bike on a trainer or on an exercise or spin bike. I can run either on the roads or the treadmill with any combo of the above bike rides. It can be any length from 20 minutes bike/10 minute run on up to 2 hour bike/1 hour run.
It's Thursday so I just have to do it.
My first bike. Probably an antique now. |
I'm still waiting for that bomb to drop though. It could get ugly.
My little training buddy. We've made up since yesterday. |
The Boy's dad sounds like a butt.
ReplyDeleteHa ha. He is and that's being nice! I'm so proud of my son staying calm and handling it well. Better than me.
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