Good training, Bad training

Sometimes training is good. Sometimes it's not. After the short night from Tuesday on Wednesday, I could really use some extra hours of sleep. But the dog decided differently. At 3.30 am he had been banging at my door enough to open it and jumped on my bed.
Here's the hateful bugger (Toetie), I know he looks sweet and nice and stuff, but looks can be deceiving, especially if they wake you up at 3.30 am.

No more rest for the wicked. At 7 I was at Elian's and at 7.30 we were working out. It wouldn't have taken very much for me to not go. I actually only went because I promised to pick up Elian, but she was determined to go, quoting the Alpe d'HuZes slogan "quitting is not an option" with this wicked smile on her face. When we actually got there, she couldn't stress enough how nice it would have been to have a bed there and how early it was. Bless anyone at the gym this morning because we were horrible creatures, giggling and whining and dragging ourselves through the motions, saying silly things, finding everything funny, almost collapsing on the rowing machine from laughter. Ah...! We were definitely annoying, but we became a little serious later on. Just a fit here and there. We finished about 1 hour and 45 minutes later, which has become our average work out time at the gym.

This evening Elian went to the orthopedic surgeon to get her knee patched up. An injection straight into her knee to fight the bursitis. Hoping it will have the desired effect and she's going to be able to train full out from.... well... tomorrow on basically. Expecting a rapid and amazing recovery. It's the positive vibes we're sending the knee that will make it work without pain again. I just heard from her her knee now feels heavy and weird, but apparently that's normal and she should wake up painless tomorrow. Will let you know.