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04 October 2007 @ 11:07 pm
Feeling great not often
Turned the corner
3.70 miles in 40 minutes
Six hours of sleep
Working @ Work
A nasty spot
Four sets of one hundred

Sometimes I forget all the things I want to cram into a post; sometimes I have to write myself a little list and erase each thing as I cover it. Sometimes I forget to make the list and ergo forget to talk about something that's going on in my life. Like, I got this rash around my groin area. Not on the genitals; this isn't some kind of Masturbating Herpes or anything. But, it's just not a good area to get a rash because it's difficult to heal without messing up quite a bit of laundry. I've been applying the Caladryl lotion to the itchy areas whenever I'm naked and in my room, but really that's not very often anymore since I have to work during the day. I'd like to say it's going to be a Naked Saturday, but I got shit to do and people to return calls to.

Rash aside - and honestly, why are people so reluctant to talk about their rashes and their bouts with diarrhea; everybody gets a rash from time to time and everybody has abnormal frequency and fluidity of fecal evacuations. Grow up people!

Anyway, as I was saying, rash aside, I feel really fucking good right now. I have to remember to sit back an enjoy this feeling because, for me, these moments where I truly enjoy life don't happen often. The best thing about it is that I feel great and it's not because anything particularly great HAPPENED to me. I just feel ... fucking awesome. Which is surprising because I only got six hours of sleep this morning and felt more tired than a semi-truck. But, I had real, actual work to do at work today, which meant that since I'm so efficient I only had to waste HALF the day screwing around on the Internet as opposed to 95% of my day. The trains were crowded as usual, but I wasn't sniffing the person's neck hair in front of me. I got home and saw "Knocked Up" for the first time and enjoyed it well enough. Then, around 9pm, I went to the gym.

I'm really rounding that fitness corner now. You know, when you go from a life of complete idle sloth to that of exercising on a daily basis, there's always a breaking in period where you struggle in your workouts. You get tired, but you push through, because you know eventually you're going to get into a nice comfort zone where you're not gassed after your second mile on the treadmill. You're not sucking complete wind trying to make it to 30 continuous minutes. Today I'm at that point. I'm feeling better than I have since early 2005 when I was living in Renton and running between 4 and 5 miles a day, every morning, bright and early.

The key to a good workout regimen is to continually push yourself further and further. Not necessarily to exhaust, but to feel that good kind of tired you can be proud of at the end of the day. So, instead of doing sets of 75 crunches, I did four sets of 100. Good ones; not great. I mean, I'm not taking five hours with each crunch or anything, but there's a burn. And I'm FEELING it. And then I set the treadmill at 40 minutes, going 5.5 miles per hour before kicking it up to a sprint for the last half minute, netting me a total of 3.7 miles before the clock ran out. And you know what? I was tired, I sweated a small river into my clothes - don't you love it when you wear a gray t-shirt and go running for a while - but I wasn't exhausted. I wasn't stumbling off the treadmill looking like Larry Allen in a 49ers huddle.

I felt better walking off that treadmill than I did walking on, and not just because my exercise for the day was over. It's because I'm at a healthiness level I've been looking for; and it's taken me about 2 and a half weeks to do it.

This feeling-good thing comes at a good time; I wasn't too happy yesterday. I tend to let things I can't control GET to me, like my personality, how I interact with people, the whole thing. Sitting around feeling sorry for yourself ain't cool, but it fucking happens, you know? You sleep on it, you move on. If I sat around all day every day feeling sorry for myself, there's no way I'd EVER get shit done.

So, I've got one more day of work tomorrow, another workout tomorrow night, probably another movie to watch (eventually, I'm going to have to watch these 8 or 9 classic horror movies I downloaded), and then it's on to Saturday with the laundry and the phone calls and the shopping for groceries and all the rest.

I just hope this good feeling I'm having right now isn't karma's way of telling me I'm going to have a bad sports weekend. Since there's only one team on my mind at the moment, that would mean a Seahawks loss on Sunday, which will pretty much kill the rest of my week. Going through my head at the moment are the dozens of ways we could lose this game; for the life of me I can't think of a reason we'd win.
 
 
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