I am exhausted. Last night, I slept like shit. I can't get out of my head, so I just stare at the ceiling for hours until by some miracle I fall asleep. I need a better plan. Especially when I have a day as busy as today.
I have four weeks left in the challenge. I still have 4 additional PT sessions on the books with Q from prior to joining the challenge, so we have decided to use one a week until the end. This weeks sessions are all at 9am. This came really freaking early this morning after no sleep. I woke up at 7:30, got ready, cooked breakfast, choked half down before I couldn't stomach another bite, then headed out. My arms are still killing me from over the weekend; so Q took it easy on my upper body. We did leg presses, different types of squats and lunges then headed to the treadmill to... RUN. SHIT! I hate... no LOATHE RUNNING!
I told Q last week that I didn't know how to run... I figured that must be the reason why I despise it so much. Maybe there was some secret trick I didn't know and that was going to unlock my secret love of running. NOPE! Apparently I know how to run and have excellent form. So, I really don't have an excuse and there are no magic secrets I didn't know. I just hate it. I hated it in high school and I hated it in the military. I jiggle. My lungs hurt. My shins hurt. My knees hurt. My boobs hurt. Fuck. Running. It. Sucks.
I really hate running, ya'll don't even know. If running was a person and it was on fire, I would not piss on it to put it out. I would let that mother burn and dance on his grave.
So in the spirit of not giving up, I left the gym and killed it the rest of the day. I ran by to view a property I'll be staging this week, headed to Arlington to destage a townhome, unpacked at the warehouse, went shopping for soft furnishings, jumped on the Avon Walk team leader call, finished manipulating some CADs for a client, queued up the renderings, and now I am talking to you drinking some sleepy time tea. Maybe it will work. I'll let you know. Talk to you tomorrow.
