My legs are sore from yesterday’s workout.  This morning I soaked in epsom salt and did some light yoga.  All about the healing, baby.

Time to rack weights.

I have painful blisters on my feet.

I wish I could go home.

So my plan was to slowly lower my carbs for a few weeks, easing myself into a ketogenic diet.  But I decided to go balls to the walls and just do it.  So yesterday I kicked off what is basically Dave Palumbo’s diet.  So far so good. 

I instructed my first Pilates class this past Thursday.  It was good.  Everything flowed really well.  The participants were mostly beginners with a couple intermediates and one advanced.  Pilates takes concentration and I was afraid that I wouldn’t be able to perform each exercise while instructing, but it wasn’t really a problem.  And I didn’t have to look at my notes once.  Exciting. 

Time to eat.  Eggs.  Mmmm.

I started a cut diet today.  I’ll be on it for the next few weeks.  Hopefully after that I’ll feel comfortable enough to take some progress pics.  I’m overdue for those. 

Work is work.  Some days I like it, some days I don’t.  But that’s how it is with any job, right?

I’ve nothing more to say right now.  It’s just been a while since my last post, so I thought I should write something.  More later.

I care for them a great deal.  I’d take them out for a spin, but my legs are on strike right now.  Tomorrow.

A massage really would be the best thing ever right now. 

That was a running ad I saw in Runner’s World magazine.  I thought it was pretty awesome. 

It’s Sunday.  A new week has begun.  I got my cardio in this morning with a run to and through the graveyard.  (And yes, there was sacrifice.) This evening I’m working back and abs.  Until then I have to work on a case study for my nutrition course.  I’m finding it hard to focus.  I just don’t feel like doing this stuff right now.  But there’s a deadline to be met, so I really can’t waste any more time.  I just have to do it. 

I went for a really long run this morning.  It wasn’t supposed to be a long run, but I got lost in my head and just kept going…and going.  It was really therapeutic up until the sun came out full force.  That’s when it finally occurred to me to turn around.  

I think I’m going to rent another movie now. 

My stomach hurts.  I need some pepto.  Did you know that they make grape-floavored pepto now?  They do.  I liked it at first, but now I think it’s just awful.  Some words of wisdom: always go with the cherry-flavored pepto.

There’s too much empty space on the couch.

*sigh*

So I was at the gym this morning and in the middle of a set of ez bar curls I hear my mother being paged to the nursery.  I didn’t realize that she was at the gym, but apparently she was. If the nursery was paging her I assumed it was because she had dropped off my nephew and there must be some sort of problem.  For some reason I immediately panicked.  So I sprinted down to the nursery to see what could possibly be wrong with my nephew.  I got there, told the nursery staff who I was, and they said, "He pooped."  I was confused.  Babies poop.  That’s what they do.  What was the problem?  Well, as it turns out, the nursery staff enforces a strict "We don’t change diapers" rule.  And anytime a baby dirties his diaper, the guardian must come down and change him.  A nursery that refuses to change diapers.  Crazy.  So I changed the little man’s diaper and went back to my workout.  I just thought that was the strangest thing.  And apparently my mom never heard the page anyway.  Good thing I went down there or else my nephew would have had to sit in his own feces for an hour. 

Yesterday was my last day at Premier Athletic.  No tears were shed.