Monday funday.

Well. Here's the thing. Today has not been monday funday. That's an oxymoron. Today has been a hot mess at best and I'm just ready to go to bed. I may or may not drop a few or 725 f-bombs tonight. First and only warning. Work was alright, and then I dropped Becky off for her workout and decided I would make a trip to hamricks and get some boots I've been eyeing for a week. I ended up getting pulled over, no ticket thank god but apparently driving without your shoes, without your license and speeding-ish is frowned upon by law enforcement. Lesson learned. Get better at watching my surroundings. Seriously though, unless driving without your shoes is against the law (and apparently it isn't) don't waste your breath telling me how bad it is, skippy. I've done it since I was 16, and I'm still alive and kickin.

Moving on, Zac Brown could sing a song full of bad words (or the language I use on a daily basis according to my mom) and it would still be beautiful.

Okay. On topic. We did a dynamic warm up today with the lunges, total body extension, these windmill type things and a plank. Fuck all of the above. Especially the total body extensions and lunges. Then we did supersets of close grip pull downs and the incline press. After one round the weight got increased. Apparently, Brett Michaels sings the "nothing but a good time" song by poison so thats over. I kinda hate Brett. He's like 60 and needs to stop wearing eyeliner. I know what you're thinking. Oh no, now he will never be a famous musician. But really. My white trash radar was blaring and it's only that loud when I'm hanging out with Rebecca. I'm beyond rude tonight. Ok. Then we did the hulks and these things that reminded me of a teradactyl trying to take flight, but I didn't hate them. That was the end of the "I didn't hate them" for the day. I generally try to have a good attitude because I'm paying pretty good money to workout and Darin knows what he's talking about and what works obviously so I try to just tell myself like I do at the dentist, that it will be over soon. But then we did plié squats with a heavy ass kettlebell and then some step ups with 15lb weights. Darin also asked me if I remembered when we started out every session with the step+a kettlebell for squats and such. Um that's engrained my memory forever and I would rather lay down on the west-gate bridge at 530 on Friday than do that again. He graciously mentioned if I wanted we could do that again. I wasn't born with enough middle fingers to sufficiently respond to that. Then after 2 rounds of that, we and by we I mean me, did 2 rounds of bridges on the step and then 5 split squats on each leg. Let me say this. F u c k that. Split squats hurt my legs basically to the bone. Like its a different kind of sore the next day, it's deeper. I considered offering my first born to just cut those out of the workouts permanently but as mom tells me "I'm not Monty Hall and this isn't 'lets make a deal'" and I just figured it was best to shut up and move on. Darin asked if they hurt my ankle (my bionic ankle that is) and if I was a real asshead I would lie and say yes. But I'm not and I didn't. Well. In this scenario I wasn't an asshead haha. I really just am over them and we've done them twice. They're the new squats and sadly squats haven't gone away. I just want to do upper body and move on. No cardio either. If only I lived in my dream world.

I'm so tired. I need a break. I thought about working thanksgiving and skipping what I call the thanksgiving day tour of 2012, but now I'm thinking of taking Thursday and Friday. Buuuut time and half for thanksgiving is pretty good money. We'll see how the rest of the week pans out.

Anyways. I'm off to stand in the shower for a while if I can get my lard ass off the couch. Which may not happen. Washing my hair may be out of the question. I did a lot of arm stuff at the gym Sunday and now I'm sore all over. Which is a great recipe for success at the gym. Anyways. That's all for this installment of maybe you should learn what lean cuisine meals are, tubby. Tune in tomorrow to see what else I can find to bitch about.