Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Why Morning Workouts Should be Illegal

Because I don't like them. That's all.

I subbed the 8:30 Strength class this morning and not only have I been tired all day, but I keep forgetting what day it is. It feels like Wednesday because I've already taught Strength this week. So every time I think "crap I need to come up with tonight's workout", I automatically start thinking of spin profiles. But that's not til tomorrow. Which makes today Tuesday. Which means this week is still long.


I ran the Mardi Gras Mayhem workout again this morning, which was fun. They all obligingly laughed when appropriate, which I love.

Tonight, I'm going to have an imagination workout. We're all going to curl up in the fetal position and I'll describe in vivid detail what we *should* be doing instead. I'm sure most of us will really be on the beach somewhere.

Seriously though, I'll make something up. I'm on it. Seriously.

It needs to be the weekend again. I'm obsessing over the bathroom, which currently looks like this:

Why yes, that is a bloody handprint seeping through the drywall. 
I took off all the wallpaper, recaulked the tub, painted the ceiling, and a whole lot of other stuff that mostly involved expletives. At some point this week I get to learn to repair drywall and then paint the whole thing. It's This Old House but less fun because I'm not watching someone else do it.

So that's pretty much it. I get to go in for a second TB test on Monday (insert thrill-ride screams here), then I get to send in my shot records and resident status form to school. So that's exciting. Spoiler alert: my shots are up to date (more than), and I'm not a CO resident. Yet. I know, I ruined the ending for you.

Man, I'm tired.

1 comment:

  1. That bathroom looks like something you'd see in a horror movie.