April 10, 2004 :: 12:26 a.m.
Thank you, Sir. May I have another?
Oh. Ooooh god. My legs? Are killing me. I decided, being the odd sort of person that I am, that I wanted to change my jogging schedule. I wanted the beginning of each "jogging week" to line up with the beginning of each "Weight Watchers week," which is Sunday, so I was like, "hey, I'll just do day 2 on Thursday, day 3 on Friday, and then start week 3 on Sunday! It'll be great!"
Um, no. So many worlds of no.
I am not, for all the progress I've made with losing weight, in shape. I'm just not. I mean, I don't get out of breath walking the block to Joe's house, but trucking up the two flights of stairs to my bedroom does make me breathe a little heavily. I started this jogging program in an effort to fix that. Also, I haven't been losing anything despite mostly perfect eating behavior, so I thought the exercise might help. And I've been doing all right with it, really, but I am most emphatically NOT in shape. I'm aware of this. I'm not suffering from delusions of fitness. So WHY, while I was lying bed last night, did jogging two days in a row seem like a good idea?
I am obviously not capable of rational thought while resting my head on a pillow, because it was SO not a good a idea. The actual jog was harder than it should have been, and now? My ankles hurt. My knees hurt. My calves hurt. My fucking elbows hurt - and may I just ask, what's that about? It's not like my elbows take a strenuous pounding while I swing back and forth in midair.
Whatever. All I know is that my entire lower body (and select upper bits, too!) is mad at me, and making its feelings known quite violently. As far as I can tell, it's planning to teach me a lesson. For all the discomfort I'm feeling right now, I'm quite sure that I haven't seen the half of it. Waking up tomorrow is going to be fun, I have no doubt.
Oof. Angry muscles aren't the type to just sit back and take it, apparently.
I just closed my eyes for a second and found it hard to open them again. I'll take that as a cue to haul my aching ass (literally) into bed; hopefully I can get some reading done before falling into unconsciousness. The homework is piling up, but as always the motivation seems to have gotten lost someplace. Gah.
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