Today might just qualify as the hardest I've ever worked in my life. It's always tougher when you don't get enough sleep, and I had a little internal battle this morning over whether or not I would go to the gym as planned. The healthier me won, and after a full day's work I spent two hours lifting weights. I must have had some good rest over the weekend, because I was knocking back sets like gangbusters. Unfortunately my 410-pound leg press paled in comparison to the guy after me, whom I spotted while he lifted one thousand, two hundred and fifteen pounds. And when I say "spotted" I mean "stood there in disbelief" as there was no way I could have kept over half a ton of sheer weight from crashing down about his ears. I mean seriously. Put four of that guy together and you could lift a car straight off the ground.
Undeterred, I arrived home to find the lawn overgrown (it's amazing how fast that happens down here) and grabbed the gas cans for a trip to the local BP. I had just enough sunlight left to mow the entire yard (about a quarter acre) but not without doing a load of laundry first. Oh, and eating dinner. Yeah, might help to replace some of those calories.
I had plans to do the dishes but instead I'm calling it a night. Hopefully now I'll sleep like a rock and this pain I've had in my back since daybreak will work itself out. Maņana, chicos.
Posted by George at June 14, 2005 09:18 PMThat -is- quite the day. Wow, George! Good call on not doing the dishes - you've got to draw the line somewhere and, in my book, that's the perfect place.
Posted by: shokufeh at June 15, 2005 09:12 PM