Sleeping and Eating

I was either sick or hungover (the jury is still out on that one) during my class on Saturday making it particularly awful.  By the time I got back to town it was close to 5 and I was STARVing.  So I picked up some sushi (yes, despite the mercury warnings) and basically inhaled it.  Made my way to the couch and by 6 could not keep my eyes open.  I decided I would take a one hour nap and then workout.  Well, I woke up again at 9:45 and decided to just go to bed and slept straight through until 9 the next day.  When I woke up I was starving again so I made some eggs and potatoes and by the time my sister called, just before 11 to see if I wanted brunch I was STARVING AGAIN so I ate again.  What's with all the sleeping and eating??  

I feel better now.  Despite having spent the day at IKEA.  Argg.

Hope there were good weekends out there!

Goodnight.

To Share or Not to Share?

That is the question.

In other news, I learned tonight that next week is my first BIG week of training?  Dear Lord.  What was this week?  Or last week?  Reading that motivated me to go to the pool in the freezing cold tonight with a slight sore throat ... I'll tell you that. And if I'm motivated to go tomorrow, then I will have gone a whole week without missing one workout.  Sadly, given the fact that my towel and bathing suit are not yet in the wash, its not likely.

Anyway, what do you think?  Share?  Not?

Cryptic much?

Goodnight.

P.S.  If I commit myself there is a long list of people wanting to live in my condo.  So no David, if I finally snap, you can not make my condo into your own personal east coast love shack:)

You and I were (NOT) meant to be together ...

aka, thoughts on morning swim practice

I've accepted that my life and my workouts flow better if I get them done before work.  And given the limits on pool time and the fact that the pool is not in my building I KNOW that it would be a good idea to swim from 6-7 am.  So this morning I got up at 5:30.  I was fully awake, out of bed, went to the bathroom and then COULD NOT HANDLE the thought of putting on a bathing suit and getting into the car, in the dark and swimming for an hour.  So I went back to bed (which was dumb, I should have done something) but whatever, I need sleep too.  And of course, someone in China needed to talk at 9 pm tonight so evening masters and pretty much lap swim was out of the question.  So I have not swam (although I did finally run) and I know that I should have and could have gone before work but ... I just don't think that I want to not drown that badly.  

So yeah, pre dawn swim practice and me?  Not meant to be together!

Also, work is better;)

Help?!?!?!

I think I might be going crazy.

For real.

I mean, I am crazy, obviously, but I think its getting worse. So let me revise:

I think I might be going more crazy.

At my old job, I was a veteran. I kind of knew what I was doing and people were always stopping by to chat. At my new job I AM SUCH A NEWBIE. And I have no friends (yet ...???) ;( I have people that are nice to me, but no one to just chat with.

Its lonely just plodding along working without a clue. Apparently its also tiring because tonight instead of rushing to swimming I came home and sort of napped sort of just laid in bed for TWO HOURS (come on, this is NOT normal) and then got up and went swimming at 10pm (this is why I should NEVER COME HOME - I should go straight there even if it means a cold walk rather than a warm drive home). What.the.fuck?? And then came home and tried to do some work because I do.not like being the NEWBIE and not really being sure I have a clue. I probably could have stayed there all night and still felt that way though ...

So thoughts? Suggestions? Should I commit myself? Does insurance cover me if I commit myself somewhere sunny???

A Prayer for Friday Night at the Gym

At some point, campus ministry at my college collected prayers from students and compiled them in a book that was distributed to everyone on campus. A girl I knew submitted "A Prayer for Friday Night at the Library." I wish I still had the prayer book, but from what I recall the prayer was pretty much what you would expect from the title: asking for strength to go to the library on a Friday night when most people were out or otherwise relaxing. Obviously, no one really wants to go to the library on a Friday night, but sometimes you've got to ... even if you find it slightly depressing, so you go and hope that it pays off when it comes to your gpa.

Except for late work nights, I don't think I have any Friday nights at the library in my future. But I may have some Friday nights at the gym in my future, and to me, there is little more depressing than a Friday night at the gym. It doesn't depress me if others go (I mean really, why would it?) but to me, Friday's are for going out or eating sushi and watching tv. But this week, I backed myself into a corner and the only way out was through the gym. Tonight.

In addition to a new job in the new year, I've hired a coach. I realized that I was wasting my time, piddling around half heartedly with training plans and shelling out money for races that I was not really prepared for ... so I hired someone to do the dirty work. I have a goal race and everything, but for the most part that is a surprise.

Anyway, TEST week coincided with my first week of work. Which was admitedly less than ideal, but because I'm weird and don't like to muddy the waters, I didn't object. But I should have. Its a new job, with new hours and while there admittedly isn't that much work yet, just being there and being on, with people I don't know is exhausting ... add TEST week on top of that and it was almost more than I could handle. It started off ok, I took my swim TEST late Monday night (yup, the first day of my new job) but didn't get home till after 10 which made me late to bed which made an early work out too hard ... so there was a 1 hour run Tuesday night and another late to bed night followed by a bike TEST Wednesday (seriously, time has never moved so slow as during that bike TEST). Thursday should have been another swim but I just could.not.do.it. I was spent. So I made Thursday my rest day and re-ordered the workouts (factoring in an all day CLE class tomorrow - one of five Saturdays of my life that I will never get back - , a house warming party tomorrow night and an awesome concert Sunday night) and that meant I had to do my run test tonight. At the gym. On a Friday.

I got home and fell asleep. I woke up just before 9 and wanted to order sushi, drink a beer and go back to bed. But I couldn't. I had a TEST to take. So I went to the gym. On a Friday. And it was rough. But it was what I had to do. So I did with a little prayer that I wouldn't pass out on the treadmill (I hadn't eaten in hours) and that I'd have the mental fortitude to get through the TEST. And I did. Its done. And hopefully come summer, it'll pay off.

2 Questions; 3 Things

First, two questions (for the guys at the gym):

1. Why do you drink out of the little solo cups? Have you not heard of a water bottle? You seriously refill that little cup after every set ... or is that the point? Is the walk to the water cooler part of your workout?

2. Why do you bring your phone, pda and louis vuitton man-purse with you? You dind't consult any of those devices throughout the workout was it necessary to haul them all the gym (I won't even delver into the murse)?

Three things:

1. New job starts tomorrow.

2. After two weeks of "I just quit my job" eating and drinking, I started working out again. Amazing how working out just for a few days can make you feel like a whole different person.

3. My new year's resolution is to cook more. So far I haven't set anything on fire or made myself ill ...

So yeah, cooking, working out, working ... busy.

Happy '08 kids.