Sometimes I need to entertain myself. If you blog everyday you can hit a dry spell of thoughts. Of course, I am manic so I do have a lot of thoughts but mania also has confused thoughts. Those don’t translate to the page well.
Today, Wednesday morning 645am, and all is quiet. Going to workout in twenty. The new habit is reasonably well formed. Four days a week for about an hour. So far, results are mixed. I am sore all week, don’t workout fri thru sun. Feel great mon morn and back to it for four days and sore again. Gained a little weight, we can only hope that’s pure muscle, but it doesn’t show. Yet.
Have not spoken of Tuesday or Monday as of yet. Published a blog post last night because I was tired of writing it. Sometimes that helps to free my mind when a post is gone. Like kicking your kid out of the house, it’s good and bad. Mostly good. For you.
Monday back to gym and back to work day. For the first time ever, I did box jumps. A box jump involves a standing jump onto a tall box. Well named. They suck. Involves a little trepidation and strength. What if I fail is the first thought. Next thought, if I make it I just have to keep going. 20 inches tall is damn tall. I did 80 of them. In sets of 10. I still don’t like them. The balance of the workout was nothing special.
Went home. Shower and shave and off to work. Again, work is dull, especially in May. Two days later and I can not tell you what I did all day. I suppose any job is that way. Emily is a teacher, and year over year, there is nothing new. Just the educational activities which really don’t change much. She seems to remember her years by the special students and parents who make her job better. They aren’t forgotten. They make her job worthwhile.
Time for the gym and I just got a text that trainer is ten late.
Good news for those of you paying attention, no box jumps today. Other forms of torture, yes. Extra long workout by a few minutes. After the workout I used the fancy electronic scale to measure my weight and BMI and a few other things I don’t care about. The outtake, my muscle mass is up, fat is down, in the month since I last measured. So that’s good. I will have to measure again in another month.
Back home did the usual clean up, dress up, go to work. Rain is finally gone so today I took the race car to work. Got to take her out once in awhile so she remembers me.
Had a pleasant drive. Fast and smooth. Been so long since I had her out I forgot how nice my race car is.
Work was nothing special. I had made an appointment with a client on the drive to work. She came by about an hour after I got to the office. And sat there for two hours while I tried to finish her tax return. After 15 minutes of her haranguing me about buying a house and how impossible it was to finance because no one would help her, I connected her with my broker of 25 years. She figured out how to get her financed in under 10 minutes. And I got no high five.
After she finally left, I got back to work. Mostly wasted my time because I am not, it turns out, really interested in working today. My mind wants to be elsewhere. And it is.
I still managed to waste another three hours before I left. Emily is going to be late anyway and it turned out I was driving home in front of her most of the way. She has stopped in Roseville to get spin shoes. I passed her there. I stopped at Safeway to pick up Rx and dinner. And bread and meat for sandwiches because my diet now allows me to eat a real lunch. And bread and meat makes a real lunch. For a change.
I found that the counter inside the grocer that sells Chinese food will put out tubs of leftover Chinese at close. Today I was the recipient of good luck, there were several tubs o’ Chinese food to choose from. The checker told me they go fast and she closed her register when I told her there were several and ran to buy some. Some people don’t get out enough.
Home. Dinner. Yay, today I am hungry. Why, I don’t know. I ate my share as did Em. Nothing special for all the excitement the grocery clerk showed. But a nice change.
Tonight a spate of decent TV. Live performances of old classic TV shows. Then we went to bed. Nice day.