One of those days.

Thoughts from the past 2 days.

For some weird reason, now if I don't do some form of organized exercise every day, the whole day I feel like something is missing. Which is precisely why yesterday I went and jogged 6/10ths of a mile. In 20 minutes....that would be like a 40 minute mile hahahah. I don't know why I'm laughing about that. But what I did was this. I timed myself, and it took me right around 2 minutes per lap. The last one was like 2:10, but whatever, anyways, I would rest 30 seconds between laps, but I knew if I just stood there I would end up laying down on the side of the road and my grandparents would think I was dead again, so I decided to do an "active recovery" and danced for 30 seconds to whatever song was playing on my phone at the time. I did lay down on the side of the road when I was done though, until my dog decided to wash my face with her mouth.

Today was one of those days. Like. I woke up angry, I had bad dreams all night and then I didn't want to get up, I was like forget this job, forget everything, I'm just going to stay in bed for the rest of my life, because I never get enough sleep (imagine this for like 20 minutes and this would be the g-rated version...change "forget" with another F word I drop a lot....yeaaaa) and then I finally made myself get up. As the week progresses it takes me longer and longer to get ready. Anyways, I go to walmart because I had an idea for a bangin lunch. Tuna, broccoli and brown rice. Well, because I obviously cant read, I picked up tuna salad. I haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaate tuna salad. hate. I hate any kind of "salad" that doesn't involve lettuce and such. So, that was a bust. So I decided I'd have brown rice and broccoli. I left the brown rice in the microwave too long. So then I decided I'd just have broccoli. Well, bad news was, the bag I picked up was ALL stems. Like, I think there were maybe 8 pieces of real broccoli. I've said broccoli like 30 times in the past 3 sentences. Anyways, so I had like 8 pieces of the above mentioned vegetable and a granola bar. Sadly that wasn't the end of my day. The bridge going across biltmore ave is open, so I ASSUMED my badge would open it. So I left my office at like 3:30, and went to the bathroom. Well. I wasn't paying attention and went in the boys bathroom and ran straight in to a cardiologist I used to work with up on 5H. Awkward. Then, when I got to the bridge, I tried to open the door. Nope. I got the big ole red flash. So I had to scurry up the steps and back and call the shuttle, which I hate doing

Which leads me to the workout. I am so tired. When I got home, I opened my car door and just sat there for like 10 minutes. I just couldn't psych myself up to get out. We did a lot of leg stuff today. We started out with a 4 exercise merry go round of these side steps, bosu ball burpees (annnnnd here comes the finger gun to the head), mountain climbers (I'm not going to climb a mountain. ever. I don't even want to walk up one. so no gracias to those) and total body extensions. He said "we're gonna do pretty aggressive timing, 40/20" um no that's not "pretty aggressive" that's just straight up aggressive. I guess Jennifer and I didn't look too excited (I challenge you to find someone who WOULD be like giddy to hear those are the choice exercise for the circuit) and Darin was all "I'm excited" or whatever, he who holds the timer would be, and I was like um you're the only one. Sometimes the snark just comes out before I can stop it. After that, we moved on to another circus act of bridges on the bosu ball (I'd like to have a word with whoever invented that), Romanian dead lifts which actually were my favorite of the day, and then split squats on the smith machine. I haaaaaaaate split squats as much as I do tuna salad. Then we did one last circuit of wood choppers with a medicine ball. One of many things Darin/O3 has helped me accomplish is the narrowing down of career choices. I will never in my EVER be a boxer or a effin lumberjack. Anyways, and then this other thing on the leg extension machine (I dont know if that's even what it is was. I'm guessing at this point) where you like, I don't even know what I was doing other than hurting my legs/glutes. You got on all 4s (the most dignified position in the gym. or anywhere, really) and then like lined your foot up with the bar, and pushed back/up. They weren't my jam. at alllllllll. at that point the only thing that would have been my jam would be a nap. Then, we were stretching and we were doing these hamstring/hip flexor stretches, I was doing the opposite of what they were doing and I realized about um halfway through. Hey. I'm the only one doing the hip flexor first. I did all of the above sans a hair bow. Because I'm a jackass and decided "hey. I'm gonna take ALL my hair bows in my office" and then by the time I got to the gym I was like oh snap. Then, after I get to my car, I open my trunk and what do I find? 3 hair bows. I could cry at this point but I'm going to laugh. Because this is my life. All of the above is the norm for me these days.

Oh. And for those of you who are wondering, which I'm sure is the big 0, my skeletoes are finally in the wash. I kicked them off before I got in my car after the workout and I almost died. Like. I legit had to crack a window. It was becoming an issue of national health. Here's to hoping I haven't ruined them. Heaven forbid I have to buy another pair of shoes.

My everything hurts, as per my usual.

That's all of the snark+rambling I can come up with right now. I'm excited to go to bed...as per my usual. I'm going to make an excellent grandmother one day.
annnnnnd I'm out.

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