Sigh

I have run out of steam. I really have no motivation to finish my finals. It's like the week off just paralyzed me. The one I'm trying to start right now is for my favorite class. I have to make a D on the final to get an A in the course, so I have to actually do the stupid thing. I had a perfect score in there until I got my paper back today with a big fat 90 on it. Ugh. Stupid APA. MLA is so much better. That's all I missed. Stupid citation crap. Fucking ampersands will be the death of me. I just can't remember to type & instead of and. Who does that? It just doesn't seem professional. Stupid APA.

Serves me right, though. I had 4 papers due that week, and I finished the last paragraph on this one at 10:45 AM the day it was due. At 10:46, I jumped in the shower, jumped out, threw on yoga pants and an oversized sweatshirt and started typing my reference page (simultaneously putting on running shoes) by 10:52. By 10:57, I was out the door running to the bus stop, checking my bag 3 times to make sure I had my flash drive, and catching the bus as it was driving away from the stop. I will NEVER make myself have a morning like that again.

That's why I'm trying to start this final 2 days ahead of time, but I just can't quite get into it.

Went to the gym today. Did lats and biceps and then looked around and got irritated. Too many people. Too much hip hop blaring. I usually go earlier, but we went out after class and got a bunch of fried stuff and a jack & coke (see the ampersand?). Yeah, so my motivation level for that whole weightlifting thing was kind of low. I think there's probably a rule about not working out after heavy food and liquor. At least Rod didn't see me.

The wrath of Rod

You know, when I decided to ask for a gym membership for my birthday, I just wasn't thinking clearly. I've gone faithfully for two weeks, and I've actually never begrudged a session. I'm excited about going, ecstatic that I'm running again, and motivated to get me a set of coconuts (deltoids) on those shoulders of mine. I've done everything Rod has asked me to do except for the creatine because that crap is expensive and because it creeps me out. So at today's weigh in, Rod was disappointed. I lost 6 lbs. I'm supposed to gain weight, not lose it. Rod didn't chastise me (which was a shame because his accent is so hot); instead, he looked at me like an owner looks at his dog when she eats junkie vomit (like that one, G?). I just have to "keep at it and add protein supplements to my diet."

I can't afford protein supplements bc thanks to this full time school thing I'm on a fixed income, so I guess I'll have to up my lentil ration. The next weigh in and fat testing thingy is in 2 weeks. Hopefully, I'll pass. It's right at finals, though, so I doubt it.

In other news, the SFV has inspired me to make a gingerbread high rise, only I'm using graham crackers because I'm a cheater and entirely not as cool as she. And I've enjoyed 3 full days of nothingness, during which time I've found a new fascination with jigsaw puzzles online, catching up on reading, watching Firefly,of course, and even scrapbooking. I scrapbooked ONE WHOLE PAGE and then lost interest, but I scrapbooked ONE WHOLE PAGE. I'm so crafty now. I had a candy cane martini while doing it, though, so it gave a whole new meaning to craft night. [Explanation of link: after that tainted night, Glinda and I vowed to do craft nights instead of drinking].

Now, I guess I should work on my final, but I really don't want to. Maybe tomorrow. I'm liking this doing nothing thing.

Geez

Rosemary is $5 for a little bitty jar thingy at the store. Good lord. I wasn't about to look at the saffron after that. WTF is with Lubbock? Seriously, I thought it would be cheaper to shop here, but everything is a good 50 cents to $3 more. Unbelievable.

Well, did my workout. Rod would be proud. Everything's burning nicely. And I found out today that I have a strong network of centrality, which basically means I'm well liked amongst the grad students. Who knew? Apparently, since I backed out on the social on Friday night, everyone else dropped. I got a sad phone message from the organizer who blamed it all on me. Cranky moves. People follow. Not my fault. Trust me, I was punished enough with all the writing I did.

Ok, now it's time to watch Garden State and drink some eggnog. Mmmm. Eggnog. I love this time of year, and I ADORE the fact that I get to do NOTHING tonight!

Planked out

Oh my god. I'm gonna vomit.

I had 2 papers due last week, and I've got a huge paper due Monday. The one due monday is designing an intervention, so it's not one to take lightly. I just did research for it yesterday, however, because I've been going at a cheetah's pace with all the other shit plus "work." I was up til 3 last night reading and taking notes and have 4 books left to read today before diving into the outline. then I have paper writing day all day tomorrow. ON top of this I have to conduct an interview for "work" today at 2. I put work in quotation marks bc I don't really consider assistantships meaningful work but rather a waste of my fucking time.

So there's a yoga class on Sat at the gym, and I'm thinking that it's free so I might as well do it. Holy crap. I've done yoga for years at home and have taken a couple of classes but this shit was whack. I'm expecting this happy, flowy, relaxing stuff. hell no. I don't know what the hell I did, but it was hot as hell in there and I sweat like a damned pig, and it was this crazy moving yoga. I swear she didn't stay in the same spot for more than a second if that. We were up, down, up, down, jump up, jump down into plank, lift up a leg, plank it, jump your legs between your hands, stand on your head and spank your ass kind of yoga. Jeez. Seriously, my body was soaked with sweat.

Driving home, I felt so weird. I was shaky and cold, and I couldn't focus well and was light headed. And now, I'm trying to read some more before my interview, and I think I'm going to puke. I can't see straight. I feel so sick and shaky and cold as hell. It's like having the damn flu. So I whipped out the Vernor's (saved solely for migraines), and I'm trying to rally.

Shit. First rod destroyed me now yoga? Yoga? I thought gym yoga classes were for desperate housewives in little matching outfits. WTF was this stuff?

ok and might I add

the 10-15 miles per week doesn't include my long runs. Rod said I could back off on kickboxing and powerlifting when the runs got long, but no slacking on the weight training.

Bite me, Rod.

hard. 2. type

Oh man oh man. Asking for a gym membership for Kimday was a bad idea. It's nearing snow season here, and it gets dark early. With the crazy schedule I keep, I've found that I haven't had time to run in a month. So what did I want for Kimday? Money towards a gym membership.

First off, I have to say that I got a good deal on it. I got them to waive the $150 app fee and take 50% off each month. So it's 25 a month to make me feel like shit. So today I have my fitness assessment. I'm thinking, no big deal, a couple of calipers and a scale. it's my nightmare, but I'll make it through. Um, no.

the damn thing lasted an hour. He tested everything and made me feel adequately bad about myself but in a charming James Bond sort of way (British accent). I'm underweight and have too low a BMI, but my body fat percentage is not in the excellent range. it's only acceptable. That's like getting a C in body fat class and an F in the other 2. Ugh. So I'm supposed to put on weight and lose a couple of percentages of body fat to reach happy excellent status.

So what does Rod make me do? Yes, his name is Rod, pronounced so elegantly from his lips. He kills my ass. Full body workout isn't what I thought a full body workout was. I'm thinkin a couple of squats, some lunges, work my way around the little machines a bit. This man is a sadist. He made me do every exercise in the book. An HOUR! I worked out muscles I didn't even know I had! And now, I have difficulty using whatever muscle helps me push the shift key. And washing my hair hurt. Oh god.

I don't know which one did it, but it killed me. And so he gives me my workout plan. I can keep with my running schedule, but I have to add 3X week full body workout, one powerlifting class, one yoga class and kickboxing. He says my body was made to kickbox. I was born for it. Ok, Rod. I mean, when he talks to me, I just say ok bc of the accent, but now I'm home and mad. Are you shitting me? Log 10-15 miles a week plus yoga, powerlifting, weight training, and kickboxing? Guh. I have to do it for a month, or I can't quit and get my money back. We'll see. Oh god.