Cable Work ;)

Here's the exact three stages of my gym time today: 

1: SUPER READY LET'S GO BECAUSE GAINS DON'T HAPPEN IF I STAY HOME ON THE COUCH! 

and also, who's coming with me?!

2: Doing the work. This is one of my favorite little burners, and although I kinda lost count during the video, I would recommend doing at least 3 sets, with 10 walking out and 10 walking back. Deep squat and try to keep your back straighter than I did here :p. The resistance band makes me concentrate on not letting my knees bow in or my feet lance out, and the ankle weights are there because I forgot to take them off before I started. Yes, they look silly and no I don't care....

3: Two hours later, after my legs have sworn off the rest of my body and I almost wrecked twice going home because said legs were too tired to drive...

this is standard for me.

I don't usually post gym-related things, but after just a couple months, I'm feeling the results of what I've done so far, and I'm not about to stop there. But yeah, I'm wiped. ZzZ. 

xo | cms

The Worst.

IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII feel like I was hit by a MEGABUS today.
Let me lay this out for you in a super scientific visual:

See that sliver of hope in there, the yes part? That's the part that was in charge of getting me out of bed, dressed to a standard just a thread above vagabond and into work. That tiny yes line died of over-exertion at promptly 8:00 am, and the rest of the day was.. well... Monday.

I texted Kalyn something to the effect of, I'm dead.
She replied similarly, My throat and entire body, probably my soul too.. hurt.
I agreed with an emoji, the one that looks like it's seasick.
She replied,

rough monday. 

I replied,

double rough monday.

She responded, "I'm so sorry."
And that was Monday.

It's 7pm and I feel like I've been awake for the duration of history. I'm passed the yawning phase; right now I feel like I'm just observing myself somehow meditating, except instead of actual meditation, my body is shrugging and resigning itself from existence all together. Meh. 

How's that for melodramatic?
I'm tired. Bye.♥

xo | cmd

Ides of March.. & A Tired Brain

What do you do the day after Supercross?

NOTHING. You do NOTHING.
And you ENJOY it.

Rob stayed the night with Dylan and Dillon in Indy last night, so they were on the road still by the time church came around. I went solo, enjoyed an incredible message and shared it with Rob when he did make it back.

I was reminded of a couple things today:

1. Don't do laundry when you're tired. You will probably [if you're me] not use the important parts of your brain, and end up putting a red sherpa blanket in the same load as wool socks. You will spend about 40 minutes at the end of that mistake hand-plucking red strings off your socks.

good job tired brain. 

2. It being the Ides of March, I went rogue for dinner and started a massacre not of people [because I just... don't do all that], but of random items of food in my kitchen. It turned out to be a very successful venture - a little mixed up, but hey.. who's perfect?

redemption, tired brain. 

Whew. I love doing things on weekends, but it's the day after that always feels like a 9-ton truck ran over my brain and body.. here's to some early SLEEP & a good start to the week tomorrow!

xo | cmd

Not Enough Coffee

Not only was it Monday, but today was ... THIS: 

truest story, ever. all day long.

Really I can't blame anyone but myself, but in retrospect, the weekend was totally worth it all.

I'm .. just... tired.

And it's 7:45pm.
And I'm going to bed.

The end.

xo | cmd