Thirsty Thursday (and possibly TMI)

Not even joking. I woke up this morning and I felt like my mouth was stuffed full of cotton balls. Not the compact cotton balls either. I'm talking about the cotton balls that come out of pill bottles and stuff like that. Stringy-ish cotton balls. It was bad. I seriously felt like I was choking. I'm pretty sure I sprinted to the kitchen sink. I drank three glasses of water straight down before I even felt like I had made a dent in my thirst. Then, of course, since my feet had hit the floor I had to pee. So I sprinted to the bathroom. I wipe, stand up, turn to flush, and I see it. The dreaded dark pee. I know you know what I'm talking about here. Don't act like you don't. I hate when I'm not hydrated and my pee is dark. (Sorry if this is TMI. I'm being honest here.) I think it stems back to when I was pregnant and my doctor always told me to drink enough water so that by the end of the day my pee was clear. I'm at a loss trying to figure out why my pee was dark this morning. I did not skip out on my water intake yesterday. I mean, I did sweat a ton, but still. I feel like I hydrated pretty well. Oh well.Nothing I can really do about it now. Other than drink lots of water.

So, after my workout I gulped down a bunch more. I even drank some in the shower. Not even joking. It was cotton mouth to the extreme this morning.Which leads to more drinking. And more peeing. Oh the peeing!  I seriously am getting sick of lifting my rear out of my desk chair every hour and then going to the bathroom. Actually, it's not even the peeing and going to the bathroom that are irritating. I'm so freaking sore from squats and leg raises that once I sit down, it's an act of freaking congress to get myself back up.

I find myself with a conundrum. I know I need to drink lots of water to stay hydrated and help with the recovery of my muscles. I get it. I do. But I also am seriously sore and getting up is not fun so I'm tempted to not drink as much. It's a vicious cycle.

Thankfully, I also know that eventually I won't be as sore. I know that this will pass. So I'll drink my water and be happy about it. I'll sit down on the toilet and grin because (even though my thighs feel like they are going to rip apart) one day my derriere (pronounce that dairy air, for all you non French speakers/readers) won't take up so much space on the porcelain throne. And really, that's the goal here people. My butt (well all of me really) takes up too much space and I need it to not take up too much space. So I'll drink plenty of water out of my pink, sparkly cup and be happy about it.