The death of me.

fairly sure this is my 100th post. going on the assumption that I've blogged every time I've worked out (and I know I've missed a few) I've worked out 100 times. in about 8 months. But I also generally don't blog about when I work out at the Y by myself. Long story short, I was fairly sure I would have a quit by now. I really don't know what's kept me going this long.

speaking of. I'm lacking motivation. the proverbial wagon that I'm supposed to be on, well, I've fallen off and I'm fairly sure it's in Oklahoma by now. these past 2 weeks have been SO half assed. The only quality workouts I've done have been with Darin and that's because I don't have to come up with them and I feel bad lying to get out of working out. Well, I did a pretty decent workout at the rush last Saturday but that's about it. I haven't been to the gym since Monday and I was supposed to go today. We're behind at work, I'm still stressing out about every little detail of my life because that's who I am, and so alas. I'm at home. Not working out, which in turn is still stressing me out. This is my life. this vicious cycle. Stress will be the death of me. I'm gonna die of a stress induced hypertensive stroke. I can't help but wonder if this is the end of the road? like. This is the most weight I've ever lost, but I just can't even get it and keep it together for 2 days in a row. I don't know. this is where I would shrug my shoulders and make a face. so imagine me doing that.

I'm still sore from Monday's workout and I'm not sure why. Honestly, It was tough but I can name off workouts that were tougher. We did this weird ab exercise that I can't describe but when he demonstrated, I kinda thought oh okay, this is retarded. no. not so much. My side abs hurt still, and my back muscles, and my hamstrings. I'll take some blame for them still being sore mostly because I sit all day at work and I haven't stretched (that's like strike #4982 for me this week) but I also blame 30lb weights and some 3 point row, inverted rows and some hip extensions and a trainer named Darin. I guess sore muscles are growing muscles. I don't know what was wrong with me Monday, but I couldn't count my own reps. I think in the first 5 minutes I asked "how many was that?" about 10 times. It's been one of those weeks. It may be time for a vacation from everything, work included.

Tomorrow's plan is to actually go to the gym and stop being a baby. If that happens or not, remains to be seen. I ordered some cellucor cookies and cream whey. It's got a different flavor. I mixed it with some skim milk (which is still not my everything) and I got a free 5 serving thing of blue razz c4. I just realized that c4 is actually an explosive they use all the time on Burn Notice (the best show on TV). Hmm. Clever.

Anyways. Sorry this isn't so entertaining, my life isn't always rainbows and butterflies. it's compromise that moves us along. Maroon 5 songs, ftw. well. that's all I have for now. I'm hoping that since I looooooooove upper body workouts, I can at least squeeze out some bike intervals and then some pull ups. I really do love them which is weird because most everyone I've ever talked to hates them. Or if I can't do that, tomorrow there's a "CSI" (cardio/strength intervals.....clever, YWCA...clever) class, and some kind of strength workout in the pool. I just don't like being the only one still in child bearing age in the pool. And there's yoga on Friday which I'm actually really looking forward to. So. Hopefully I can get it together. If not. Well. This was fun while it lasted.