Hunter Green Roller Coaster

I was right: Ben & Jerry tied Kekua down and took her Happy Meal. Pigs! Sorry LA, I know you had so much hope in my fat butt feeding your fat kids. Please don't go teaching Hunter cannibalism so I can still feed him. That's not even funny.

"Happy Meal is people!"

Well I'm not up that much. 235. Hopefully today's workout will eat that up. Or at least the chili dog I had for lunch. Shhh. Don't tell Hunter. I don't want him clawing at the door. I did have a bowl of oatmeal for breakfast. That's good, right? That and a chicken breast with green beans I ate for dinner. Oh and I had some coffee, and lots and lots of water. No, really, if Hunter comes after me, I can hide as an unusually old fountain cherub.

I'll give you a few seconds to clear the image from your head.

Think happy thoughts.

Okay, now we continue.

In my workout, I was about 15 seconds faster on my 3 miles, and I ran a 1 mile warm up to my weight training. I actually got going much easier this Wednesday versus last. I think it's because I'm in a routine. My body moves before it even knows I don't want to go. We'll see come next Monday, since I take the weekend to rest up. Monday will be a hard start.

The hardest part of today's workout was the noise pollution in the gym. I use a playlist on my iPhone to workout. Tonight, the other gym members had three TVs on three different station with the volume full blast. I could make out what they were saying over my headphones. So, I waited until the people who were there before me left, then I walked the floor, turning everything down. Nobody else does. They don't wipe their sweat off the treadmill rails when they're done, why would the turn down the TV?

"Bunch of savages in this town. "

I took my passive aggressive rage out on the weights.

And now, I'm relaxed and off to bed. That is one of the benefits from my workouts. I relax really easily.

This is the Great White Caboose, signing out.

The Agony Without the Irony

Eat it, Hunter! No really, eat it. I'm down to 234.5. Here's your Happy Meal. Eat it before I gain it back Ben & Jerry stopped by, and one pint later, they're looking for their happy.

Other than that, today was okay. I had a decent workout. Still not quite the distance of last week, but I blame the weightlifting. My body is resisting the extra effort. Can you blame it?

This morning the walk to the gym came early. It was dark. I was tired. It wasn't until I got home that I woke up enough to whine about how much I didn't want to work out, by then it was too late. Yay me!

So, today I'm sore. Really sore, but in a good way. I'm not just saying the cuz I don't want you to see me weeping in the corner. I don't, but that doesn't stop my sore from still feeling good.

Today, my muscles were like "ow! I feel good and a little less flabby."

I was like, "shut up muscles! I'm drinking coffee, the other patrons think I'm weird."

The other patrons were like, "hello, police?"

I think the coffee is starting to affect me more. That and the lack of sleep. I'm going to bed until tomorrow. You can put a comma in that last sentence if you want. I wouldn't bother; it's not necessary.

Yah, sleep..