90 Days: No Excuses (Day 16)

Between 9 am court and a horrid day at work, followed by a rain-delayed Braves game that didn't end until 11 (for me, because I left early), I didn't get the chance to exercise.

So, I sucked it up when I got home and did Day 2 of the 30 Day Shred.

I finished it at 11:57 p.m.

I am tired.

I hurt.

But I am FRIGGING AWESOME for getting to done.

I don't know if it was easier today or not, but I at least knew what to expect. I hate Jillian Micheals more than I did yesterday - I even told her this (loudly) as she made me do crunches. But that's Day 2 of the 30 and Day 16 of the 90. I really do think I'm going to add the 30 Day Shred to a routine run of 2 miles for the next ~28 days and see what that does.

I may or may not survive. I'll let you know.

Unless, of course, it kills me.

Time Slips Its Tired Hand into Our Tired Hands

I'm so tired, I'm nearly hysterical with it. You know what though? It's different than normal. I'm physically worn out, but my mind is relatively peaceful. I think it's the peace that comes with literally having done everything that I can do.

I have a mantra: Work harder, work faster, work smarter, work more.

I tell myself this all the time. But... there comes a point where you max out and I think I've hit that point. I've been trying to figure out why I'm so mentally exhausted lately and there you have it.

I think I'm done.

But I'm not panicky about it. I think things are going to be okay. I've worked hard, built momentum, and now I'm watching it slide and just praying that it's going to slide into place. And if it doesn't? Well, I'll deal with that then.

( Morning )

I've picked up a few new clients, which is always good. Maybe I can get enough money in to cover some of the expenses I've got coming up.

I'd really like a vacation, please. Something where I sleep a lot and maybe lay on a beach and do nothing more strenuous than read a book.

Why isn't this my life?