I looked at those post ideas I had from last night. They sucked. Then I spent the rest of this evening looking for a caption contest photo. Eh….whatever.
Something weird happened at the gym, tonight. Pinboy didn’t make me walk out of the gym feeling like I’d been beaten. The other night, for example, when I went into the locker room to get my stuff and finish my water, I had to supress some tears. It is not that I was in that much pain. I was whooped (even he admitted he’d whooped my butt–his words), but I was frustrated that I just couldn’t push myself a little more. I don’t know if he sensed my frustration. He usually does and he knows that I was pretty tired and stressed from the hell work has been the past three weeks. Anyway, I did a stair climber for the first time–bloody hell. I did the bike and then the treadmill. He didn’t push me as hard on the treadmill. I just hope he isn’t discouraged by my efforts, because I want to push and do well. I did up the speed on the treadmill toward the end, so hopefully that shows him I’m serious.
So, now I feel like a huge wuss. I might talk to him tomorrow when I go to the gym. Maybe I’ll kick my own butt.
I’m not saying all of this to whine. I was just a little befuddled.
This has been a really long week. I’m so glad tomorrow is Friday. How about you?