Lucky 15

One of my favorite activities at the gym is mentally composing my next blog post, which invariably tends to be a self-congratulatory rambling wherein I can say things like "OMG GUIYZ I DID LIKE SO MUCH RUNNING LOLOLOLOL"

One of my favorite activities coming HOME from the gym is to jump in a hot, steamy, relaxy shower, and then make mucho of the foodo, since I always exercise either before breakfast or before dinner (depending on the day). And all those things make me forget I have a blog.

Which is why I keep forgetting to update about workouts.

Lolz!

So on that note, OMG YOU GUIYZ I RAN FOR FIFTEEN MINUTES LAST WEEK.

As a recap, this is after super spotty two weeks of workouts followed by a month of inactivity. So I'm pretty darn proud of that!

But MORE importantly...

This blogger just signed up for her VERY VERY VERY FIRST RACE!

That's right! I plunked down the cash (via interwebz), and signed up for a race in May to celebrate Mother's Day!

I am all about killing two birds with one stone - ie, setting a damn solid goal for me to fight for, and honoring my wonderful Mumzy-doodle!

(She is going to love that I referred to her like that. It's better then Mummoo at least, right Mom?)

It's a 5K which I'm pretty sure is code for "Wussiest race I can participate in while still calling it a race" and I started training for it OFFICIALLY as of this very afternoon!

In which I encountered my mortal enemy (when on a treadmill)...

The emergency stop button.

That's right. You saw it correctly. SERIOUS ENOUGH FOR RED FONT.

Okay, disclaimer time: The emergency stop button is a big safety deal and when people get in over their heads and need a safe way to stop okay yes.

BUT SERIOUSLY.

It is right at waist level. And if someone, say, was looking ahead and jonesing to the music and running her last minute and a half for the night and just hitting a runner's high and didn't want to look down at the numbers and was trying to distract herself from counting down to help it go by faster, it is WAY TOO EASY FOR THAT SOMEONE TO BUMP INTO THE EMERGENCY STOP AND RUIN EVERYTHING.

So. Much. Fathomless. Rage.

FATHOMLESS, I SAY.


And then I get over it.

But! I got a happy surprise when I got home (aside from my Lumberjack), in that the workout clothes I ordered from Old Navy arrived!

YIPPEE!

I have currently been working out in two dollar loosey type pants from a super sale at JC Penney and old sports bras from like my junior year of college.

AND I TOOK A PICTURE GUIYZ

I know the bedspread is titillating too but let's focus on the clothes please

Yep. I just became THAT kind of blogger.

The damage:
Pair of running/yoga pants that are very form fitting/stretchy and more so than I'm usually comfortable with, but they are SOOO COMFORTABLE that I'm probably going to ignore it, cause no one's at the gym to check me out anyway.
Pair of running shorts that fit very well, but I haven't had much practice running with shorts, so we'll so how that goes!
Running shirt that I am in LOVE with. So comfy, it has thumb holes, I need another.
Training bra (kind of buried beneath the flip flops) because I need a new one. A little bit tight, but it really kept things in place when I tried it on, so we'll see how it holds up tomorrow.

And two pairs of flip flops because they were dirt cheap and I have zero flip flops.

I may or may not be ordering more things if they're still on clearance

All in all...SO EXCITED FOR TOMORROW MORNING'S WORKOUT. Go weight training!

Monthly challenges

Oh my, how did it get to be the ninth already? Boy oh boy!

So this week warranted my full time return to workouts...and I fell flat this morning. Monday and Tuesday were fine, except that Monday was cardio day, and apparently all the resolutioners were determined to keep me off the treadmill at 6:30 in the morning. So after spending ten minutes stretching and staring at them in what was probably borderline getting-kicked-out-of-the-club-creepy, I gave up, and spent ten minutes on the elliptical - which is valid as far as cardio goes, because cardio is cardio, but gives me a wub face for hoping to build my running back up again. It's been several weeks since I've logged any jogging time, between hives/ER and holidays.

I was really disturbed to find that after just ten minutes on the elliptical, I was painfully out of breath - not just out of shape out of breath, but I was starting to have chest pains out of breath. This is not a good thing. This is a Jess-is-on-too-many-allergy-meds-and-it's-messing-with-her-system thing. At least, that's what I think. It's possible that because I wasn't able to alternate a calmer walking pace with a jogging pace that it was too much of a push, but I wasn't exactly slamming it. I don't know. So that was a big part of my reason for not going this morning.

Tuesday was weight training, and that felt GREAT. Need for all caps and bold GREAT. I was down with the free weights - 30 on the barbell and 25 on the dumbbell as opposed to 35 and 30, respectively - and I did ten fewer reps with dead lifts and bench presses than I'd like, but I still felt AWESOME. I also included lunges, because I finally learned what those are! Yay! This is making me think that I might modify workout schedules, to either being M/W/F is hardcore weights day and T/Th is medium to low core cardio (whatever that means - cycling? jog/walking? I don't know), at least until I'm off meds and my body is back to 100%. I'm sure the hives themselves are taking a toll on the ole meatsack. If weight training makes me feel AWESOME and cardio is making me feel TERRIBLE, that's not a hard thing to figure out. If it gets real bad, I might even do something like all weight training and no cardio at all, like M/W/F is upper body and T/Th is lower body, but my current routine is really nice because I'm alternating working legs and arms and core, and that makes me feel like I'm not dying all the time and like I can really put my all into whatever I'm doing. So we shall see!

The other bummer is that I'm planning on committing and signing up for my first race. A 5K, to be exact. I have one in mind, we'll see how that plays out in the next couple days, and I'll post about it if I do. But! This year, I'm getting SRS. As in SRS BZNSS. SRSLY. And I want to get up to good jogging speeds and give myself something to work for! Goals are essential, yo.

Oh! So that yearly challenge I mentioned in my last post. I kind of used up too much space talking about lousy junk like working out, so I'll talk about food now!

~THE OMGLOL FOR FUNZIZZLE MONTHLY CHALLENGE OF 2013 (working title)~

For 2013, my plan is do to a Monthly Taste Challenge!
Here's how it'll work:

I'm going to assign each month a taste based on totally arbitrary REASONS THAT MAKE SENSE (to me, at least). And I'm going to do two recipes a month (give or take) based on that flavor, and I'm going to blog about it, and maybe even vlog about it! That's right...

I'M GOING YOUTUBE, BAY-BEE.

Or so that's what I plan!

Because last year's monthly challenge was a kick in the keister, I'm going much easier on myself for this one. I kind of put off doing this so January will hopefully have two recipes, but if not, oh well! I will do three in another month, or something.

I'm also planning on doing a four week sugar cleanse (I'll blog about that later too probably) so that month will have to have no desserts! *stern face* which is sad because I love baking *sad face* and desserts! *obvious face...who DOESN'T like desserts?* *I don't want to know if you don't like desserts.*

But my kind of sketchy outline idea for this plan is that of the two recipes, one will likely be a dessert type thing, and the other will probably be a side type thing (like a soup or a stir fry or a salad or a smoothie I don't know). We'll see how this goes!

Also, I haven't decided if I'm going to make every monthly flavor a secret or not. Mwahahaha! >:D

But for now, be content with January!

DRUM ROLL, PLEASE!

The Flavor of the Month for January shall beeeeeeeee...!!!

Mint!

Why?

January is still *technically* winter (*stares at 48 degree weather outside*) and with winter is that crisp, clean feeling of falling snow. Mint might associate with candy canes associate with Christmas (and other holidays probably) but to me, if snow had a (stronger) flavor, it would be totally rad if it tasted mint.

Not everyone is a mint fan, I know...I live with one such person, sadly. But not everyone will be a fan of every flavor! Haters gawnna hate, yo. So expect to see two mint recipes sometime before the end of January!

Bonus: I'm going to try to make them (relatively) healthy! Even the 'zerts! Try to contain yourselves, I know this is overwhelmingly exciting.

Welp, that's all for now! Ta ta!

Annual Blog Post for the New Year

So before I started this blog (I do intend to keep it active, explanation for my absence to come later) I had other blogging sites, mostly the ones dedicated to angsty teen whining. But every single year, starting with the beginning of 2006, I have posted a New Year's post that was a reflection of the year past and a promise for the year to come. 2006 was a big year for me, too; that was when I graduated high school, and was planning to move south for a while.

So here it is! My moved 2012-2013 New Year's Post.

2012 was a pretty big year. It started with me living in Spokane, WA, with Brian and Bonnie. I was working two jobs - one at a community college bookstore, one at Yankee Candle. And pretty miserable living so far from my family and friends. Being with Brian was of course pretty rad, but still. Neither of us were very happy in Spokane.

I was, however, for the first time, actively involved with a theater group, which was pretty damn swell. The SCC Players were pretty much the greatest thing about being in Spokane, and I really miss them, and the group, and acting. Acting itself, of course, could be pretty easily pursued again, but I've let it (temporarily) fall to the side. Just getting involved and going onstage and putting myself out there, though...that was a pretty big deal for me, and I think it's gone a really long way in getting me ready to keep pushing myself out of my comfort zone, and going for things that seem impossible at the time. I more or less auditioned for the first play with the Players on a whim, really super doubted that I would get called back for a part at all because I really didn't know what I was doing, and got kind of hooked immediately after that.

With Brian's parents' help, the two of us moved back across the country to stay temporarily in New York between my family and his for a month and a half, which was the second time we drove across the country together. We're still together to this day, so I think that's a pretty good indication of the strength of our relationship. I don't think I ever really though myself as being capable of driving across the country (twice), or even moving so far away (even if only temporarily), and those are both good milestones that I'm proud of accomplishing, all with my sweetie at my side. We were back in time for my birthday in June to spend with my family, which was wonderful, and we spent the traditional summer vacation with the ENTIRE Waldron clan (including the expanding clan!) at the Bungalow, and that was where Brian proposed. Nobody was surprised. Well, let me clarify: I was surprised at the actual event, but we've both been at that point for a little while, so still a great thing. The planned date is in September 2015, so I've got time to worry about that.

We then moved to Chicago, for Brian to start grad school here. We've been living here since August. I got my first full time job, ever, working at a company that does most of its work online. I'm so grateful for the work, and the more I get the hang of it, the happier I am in the job, I think. It's not the most challenging, but it's good work, and since I'm the head of customer service (it's a very, very small company), I get to meet a lot of interesting people and talk to them. So that's two big life changing whammies right there: Chicago, and just the transition to a real GROWN UP job.

I've also been focusing more and more on my own personal, physical health. I have a pretty big drive to get physically healthy, and by extension mentally healthy, and I have goals like being able to a run a 5K and start doing Parkour and nutso stuff like that, which inspired this blog. So my reason for not updating lately: health complications. And holidays. I'm still recovering from the MYSTERY HIVES that I had to go the ER for two weeks ago, and because of the crazy medley cocktail of drugs I've been on and because of traveling for Christmas, I haven't been to the gym at all in about three weeks. Starting with the new year (timing, I swear) I will be returning, and amping up my focus and drive once more. I have goals, and I'm gonna meet 'em!

In conclusion...2012 was a super big transitory year. Transitions. Some of them were planned and expected, some of them were not. It was tough in a lot of places, but very rewarding in others.

Oh hell, I actually forgot. I also accomplished my super big goal of 2012 - my 12 books in 12 months in the year of 2012. Literally, to write a book a month for the entire year. I went through NaNoWriMo in 2011, got the bug for pushing myself to write every day, and decided, why the hell not? Let's do it for a whole year. And I managed it - even while driving across the country, through visits to the ER, finding and working a full time job, and managing to go to the gym regularly every other day for three months. All other excuses are invalid forever, Jessica. You did that. You fucking did it. And you are going to do every fucking other thing you've wanted to do, but didn't think you could.

For the last couple years, a lot of my coming year posts have been about trying to maintain. I've had some pretty rough spots, and it's been a struggle just to keep my head above water, so to speak, for a while. But one of the things I think I've realized is that, if you're feeling overwhelmed and all you want to do is be able to just get through the day...well, shit, sometimes that's all we can ever hope for. But you have to be really, really careful. Because doing the minimum just to make it through can, very, very easily, become your status quo. You get used to it. You cut yourself a break, and everyone needs one, once in a while. But you have to be careful not to keep doing it...not to stagnate, and just to let yourself tread water, because you don't think you can do any more than that.

I've been stagnating for too long.

In 2012, I did a lot to push myself. Working out, writing 12 books (12 effing books, guys, average of 50,000 words apiece), and moving across the damn country, not to mention finding a full time job to challenge myself with. I am pretty damn proud of 2012. Looking back, there were rough spots there, too, but there are ALWAYS going to be rough spots. Everywhere.

Brian makes fun of me sometimes for my intense work ethic and need to set crazy goals and then half kill myself accomplishing them. And sometimes I do need to be more realistic, and I can be a little hard on myself, blah blah blah blah blah. I think my real problem is that I misdirect my ambition. I set sights on how I think I should be, or what I should be able to do, and then I get really down on myself when I'm not instantly there. I think I need to start training myself to say, okay, this is what I think I can do, and what I would be like to be able to do. I'm not there right now. But I could be - and I need to figure out how.

I'm pretty sure that with my Puritan sense of duty and my German work ethic and love of efficiency, I could accomplish some scarily awesome things. And with a supportive soon-to-be-husband, family, and more friends than I really deserve.

So, humblebragging aside, here are some things that I want to CAN accomplish in 2013.

-Gym going, obviously. To become healthier, and maybe in good enough shape to run that 5K, maybe in the fall. Long term goal: Run a Ragnar race. I'm already building my dream Ragnar team. I also want to go to more of the yoga classes, push myself to become not just stronger, but strong in a practical sense - doing push ups, pull ups, jumping better, kind of leading to Parkour, but just overall a stronger person.

-Get at least three of the twelve books I wrote to a place where I think I can try to get them published. Maybe even try to self publish one, or e-publish. But this year, while I will still keep up writing in a much more casual sense, will be focused on editing and publishing. I have a lot to learn about both, and it scares me - but this is something I should do *because* it scares me. (That little gem? Kinda my unofficial mantra, for the past year. I'm keeping it up).

-Start a gosh darn podcast radio show. This was something I wanted to do back in my senior year of college - write something in the style of an old radio show, with sound effects and voice actors, and get it going as a regular podcast. It didn't pan out, for reasons and excuses, blah blah blah, but. I might employ some of my friends and fiance for voices, but one of my secret not so secret dreams is to be a voice actor. I think I'd be pretty good at it. But because being a writer comes first and I don't think I could try to be a starving artist at two different things, it sort of fell to the side, which is okay. But damn it, it's something I want to do. So I'm going to do it.

-Blogging! Maybe with the twelve novels out of the way, I'll have more time and energy to write in here more often, and not such crazy long epic posts! (Seriously...sorry, guys.) I follow a few blogs and have huge amounts of love and respect for those bloggers...so why not Jess? Plus, it keeps me accountable for my workouts, if nothing else.

-I have a different year long challenge in mind, for this year. It's super super more laid back than my last one, and I'm going to go more into details with it later. But I think I like having year long challenges. Only, I'm learning from my last one - I'm going to set aside something, like a really nice bottle of booze or fifty bucks or something, to reward myself with when I accomplish it. I didn't really have faith in myself for the 12 in 12 challenge, so I didn't want to give myself anything as a reward since I would inevitably fail, but it would have been nice for past me to have done something to congratulate future me. So more on that too, later!

-School. School school school. Gosh. I'm starting an intro to basic computering class on January fifteenth, and golly gosh darn gosh golly, it was nerve wracking trying to get into that, and talking myself into it, and making the plunge, and actually freaking going for it. And I hadn't even taken the damn class yet! So that's also really intimidating, but something I'm really excited for. My long term goals include becoming a computer hardware engineer, and build and design robots computers. Or possibly fall in love with programming, who knows? That's why we take intro classes!

I think that's about it! I have other stuff I want to accomplish (like a super awesome Lord of the Rings drinking game that I found out about + THE TRILOGY EXTENDED VERSION ON BLU RAY THAT THIS LUCKY GIRL JUST ORDERED ON AMAZON) but I dunno, maybe that list looks a little short! (hardeeharharhar no I'm just joking. Mostly.) I'm also going to go out more and see more of Chicago while we're here and finally get a hedgehog make new friends and all that stuff!

2012: Turns out I can do quite a bit, when I put my mind to it.
2013: Do stuff that scares me, turn dares into goals into plans into accomplishments, and turn "Why am I not like that right this instant!" to "How can I do that in an efficient and effective way?" I'm done treading the water, I think. It's time to swim, baby.

Twenty

There's a lot you can do in twenty minutes.

I can walk most of the way to work. You can have a decent catching-up conversation with a friend. You can get about a tenth of the way through the Water Temple in Ocarina of Time. You can watch an episode of something on netflix, if you cut out the intro and the end credits. You can cook spaghetti. You can try to take a catnap.

I ran. For twenty minutes. 1.5 miles, approximately. Without stopping.

My speed fluctuated - my legs were protesting, hard, like they were a little last week, so I bounced a bit from 4.0-4.5, so I know, I'm still such a beginner.

But twenty minutes.

Twenty. Minutes.

I knew today I was going to try to up to twenty, because once I master being able to run twenty, that's when I'm going to stop focusing on increasing time and start focusing on increasing speed. So this week on (hopefully) 4.5, then next week try to get it up to 5.0, and from there.

I've tried to start running before. First time, junior year of college, second semester. I think I got maybe up to...three minutes at a time? Maybe? With four-five months? And then when we were living in Spokane, for about three months in the spring before we moved, and I could only get up to 4 minutes and that killed me.

Twenty minutes. And I've been doing this for...two months?

This is insane.

All day today, because I knew what I was going to try to accomplish, I kept trying to get myself psyched up - I even planned out how I was going to start this blog post, and tried to think of all the things that twenty minutes means. And I got to the gym after work, and I just wasn't feeling it. I seriously wanted to go straight home. I was tired, I have so much on my mind, but I'm in a groove now, of working out, and I didn't want to sacrifice that and start a precedent of "well, I can skip, just for today," because that is DANGEROUS territory. And I got on the treadmill and I started my running playlist and it just...no. I mentally talked myself through five minutes, and told myself that at ten minutes, at least ten minutes, I coudl think about taking a break, maybe run ten/walk one/run ten, but that felt like such a step backwards, and I've worked so hard.

And then, at ten minutes, something incredible happened. I realized I was halfway there. My legs were killing, though my breathing was okay, but it was all downhill from here.

I talked myself into fifteen minutes. At fifteen minutes and one second, I told myself I was farther than I'd ever been. And I had less than five minutes left. And I had to do this. I had to. I had to prove that I could.

Because this isn't something I've ever thought that I could do.

Twenty minutes. Of solid running. Nonstop. Working past sweat, working past leg soreness, working past mental blocks.

I completely give credit to 1) my running training schedule that I hijacked off the internet - having goals not only gave me something to work towards, but it also told me that because this was a training plan, these were goals that I should be able to meet, and it sort of became a self fulfilling prophecy. But also, 2), being in a gym, on a treadmill, where I could control my speed so I didn't burn myself out too quickly, which I think was 98% my problem in Spokane. Yeah, I was going really slow. But I also freaking did it.

Tonight has been beyond frustrating. My computer has been having problems since Friday, and I've been trying off and on to fix it and to get help online, but just nothing is working. My CD burner/reader wasn't talking to my computer, and whenever I try to try to turn the damn thing on, unless I manually reboot, it simply won't turn on. I spent what felt like most of my night trying to get the damn thing fixed, and all I have out of it is that my damn iTunes won't freaking work anymore either, and my attempts to reinstall are...for some reason, not working. I'm leaving for Thanksgiving family time Wednesday morning and I have way too much on the brain to get ready to be comfortable wasting an entire evening on this nonsense. And since my future goals right now are kind of based around going to college for computers and because whenever I tell people I want to do that they kind of assume I already know a bit about computers because why else would I do this and I'm bad at coping with not being able to do things, it's raising my stress levels quite a bit more than they should be.

I do need to remember, though. Twenty minutes. I did that. I accomplished that much, at least.

The Dread Terrors of the Internets

You know what creeps me out on the internet more than pedo bear, ermahgerd grrl, and pretty much every other meme and crazy thing out there? (This is not a challenge, internet.)

Mandogs.

This is not a mandog. This is merely a happy dog. I like happy dogs. They are cute.

Mandogs are pictures of dogs that look TOO MUCH, I repeat, TOO MUCH like people. Some of them are photoshopped. Some of them are dogs photographed in unfortunate moments. And some are unholy mixes of mutt* and man.

*Mutt is not meant as a derogatory term, merely an alliterate one.

Okay.

Ready?

Prepare yourself.

MANDOG

Okay maybe this one doesn't freak you out. It's not too creepy,it's just sort of...got a twisted face. And big, round eyes, that can stare DIRECTLY INTO YOUR SOUL. 

Also, please don't think I'm being sexist when I call them Mandogs. It's very possible some of these dogs are female. Like the one below specifically. It's just what ended up sticking.

MANDOG

PHOTOSHOPPED MANDOG

I'm doing my best to find the original image - my first Mandog, you might say. (Or not.) But apparently Mandog isn't really a "thing" and there's not really a "database" and you can't quite "easily find things on the internet." Just as well. You'd stop sleeping. Guaranteed.

Also do yourself a favor and don't google creepy dog and then spend fifteen minutes scrolling through, it just...no.

WELL ANYWAY I guess I'll talk about fitness now or something.

Monday was a fail day. I was feeling like absolute crap, and while my respiratory was going strong, my legs were just not cooperating-I only made it 7 minutes running, called it quits and did my weight routine, which left me a jello mess and wimpy afterwards. So today I had LOST TIME TO MAKE UP. LIKE A BOSS.

And killed it. 15 minutes solid running, weight routine described as before plus two fifteen second full body planks (meant to do a full minute, failed miserably), and left feeling like a jello-y mess but a GOOD one. And then I ate an epic dinner and now I feel kind of sick because of my lousy stomach but I guess I'll go see a doctor or something soon I GUESS.

Anyway, enjoy the mandogs! Or not. Obviously not.

Disclaimer: these pictures are not mine. I don't keep pictures of mandogs. Nor do I keep mandogs. They are terrible. 

Life, working out, life, repeat...

Skipped my workout on Friday because there was too much to do to get ready for this weekend. Multiple birthday parties, and just stuff to catch up on, and trying to make sure I have Christmas presents ready to go for when I meet with the fam on Thanksgiving.

Plan is to do another week of 15 minute runs, and then more or less stay at the workout level I was at last week. My shoulders have been hurting a little on and off, so I'm making sure I'm not going to push it too far.

Not a setback, I keep telling myself! :)

So when I'm not working or playing video games or working out or being sassy, I'm usually sleeping, but I'm also doing a year long challenge of writing 12 novels in 12 months. I'm on book 11 now, which is actually a memoir, which is a variant from me because I'm typically a fantasy author. But it's interesting to me, how much it turns out I have to say when I write. It's typically easier for me to write than talk. I have daily word goals that make this challenge a lot easier (my goal is for every book to be about 50,000 words, some are more, some are less) and I'm typically writing every other day for this book, because at one sitting I'm writing anywhere from 3000 to 4000 words. This is the book that I'm definitely sure won't be published, or really go any further than my computer, but it's still good for me to write it, I think.

In other news, just started watching Walking Dead with the fiance. I think I could do a whole post praising the writing, the pacing, the suspense, the cinematography, the character development, but I'll just sum up with: SO FRUSTRATED WE COULD ONLY WATCH THREE EPISODES TODAY.

This Thursday I'm taking a day off work to go to a community college near work to register for classes for the spring. Intro to computers, probably, maybe two classes if I think I can afford it, both time and money. I am a little concerned that this is going to be tough, but I'm also concerned that it's going to make it hard to keep up my current gym schedule; in that case, I'll probably have to start going before work, which will add a whole new list of problems to deal with, but it'll be worth it. I think. Routine helps with a lot. Just gotta be sure to keep things going fresh, too.

Blah scatterbrained post blah.

God today, just...just God

Today was one of those days that was just bound and determined to be a complete ass. I mean, it's fine. Everyone has cranky times. But when it's your entire day it tends to get a bit ridiculous.

Had wicked terrible nightmares all night (when I should have been sleeping like a baby, with all the good vibes from the election going around). I have NO idea where those came from, I haven't had wake-up-terrified nightmares in a long, long time. Except for when we watched the 1950s version of House on Haunted Hill, but these were even worse than that.

The morning was okay, even though Bonnie was being a furry jerk, but that's how she is most mornings. She's excitable. She can't help it doesn't care what other dogs think is crazy.

Then I got to work...and just. Ugh.


OKAY SERIOUSLY THIS IS A SERIOUS RANT HERE BUT I AM WATCHING LAW AND ORDER: SVU AND DETECTIVE MUNCH IS JUST RIDICULOUSLY CUTE WHEN HE'S TALKING TO LITTLE GIRLS

Basically just...too many people expecting too much without following up themselves and customer service and blah blah blah.

I just...no.

And just generic dealing with photoshop makes me rageface and blah blah blah TODAY WAS TERRIBLE BUT NOW IT'S OVER.

Best thing about belonging to a gym? I stuffed in my headphones, started my 15 minute run, and by minute 7 I was feeling calmer, by minute 9 I was actually getting into the music, and by music 15 I was recharged and had run out my rage.

I started my weight routine from Monday, but I had to skip the bench press, incline pull ups and lat pull downs because after doing my squats, I was having a very painful pinch in my right shoulder. Stretching didn't help (and I think even made my left shoulder start to hurt), and because I'm always telling people not to overdo it especially when pain starts to become involved, I decided to cut myself a break on this one, and just come back extra hard on Friday. At that point, I was soothed from my awful awful day. And those last little bits of anger left are now swirling at the bottom of a wine glass.

Okay so this blog post is significantly less about working out and health and more about bitching, but that's how it rolled today. And honestly, this isn't the first time that a shitty day has been left at the office because I stopped at the gym in between; if this was my only reason to keep up a gym membership, it would be MORE than enough.

OKAY OVER AND OUT