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I am into day 3 of Walk to Rivendell. I didn't forget to walk - just to update. :)

The trail has been really beautiful lately. The trees are all changing and the weather has been chilly but beautiful. Great for long walks, which is what I've been doing. Beginning in Dec., I'm going to start the couch to 5k program again, too.

In other, non-whimsy news, boot camp started back up yesterday. Lord, I'd missed it. I was in a rough mood yesterday, honestly. I was tired and kind of emotionally volatile (and by kind of, I mean I ripped off heads with wild abandon, so be glad you didn't spend time with me) and it just... declined.

I wasn't in a bad mood, per se, but I also had ZERO filter of the IB. For example, when I was in the line at the Starbucks - as I woke up dreaming about coffee and then we didn't have any at the house and that was too dire to contemplate - the woman didn't wait for me to finish specifying the trillion choices you have to make when ordering coffee at Starbucks before asking me if I wanted anything else. Without missing a *beat*, I replied that I wanted her to let me finish speaking before interrupting me. *twitch*

And it pretty much went like that, only with increasing amounts of venom behind my answers to various people. S was determined to piss me off yesterday, berating me for anything and everything from the fact that the sweet tea I brought him wasn't sweet enough to the fact that I shouldn't have trust Amanda to pack his pictures in the move because he has no other pictures of some of his past pets. I asked him point blank if he was trying to make me feel badly, and he didn't deny it, so I told him that he had been successful and I felt bad. And I did.

Then I was a complete bitch to him for the rest of the afternoon, only not, because I was still only responding in kind. But I didn't let him be snarky without retorting in the same vein. It was exhausting.

Even my paralegal at one point looked at me in amazement and said that the world was trying to piss me off and that she admired my restraint. By the time I got out of work to go exercise, I was shaking with CAPSLOCK!RAGE about too many things to count.

So, sweating was a good idea. :)

We did circuits with partners, one partner acting as the time keeper. The first circuit was 100 jumping jacks/kettle bell exercises. The second was relay running/jump rope, and the last one was relay exercises/team situps.

My shoulders are in agony today. LOL. But, God, I'd missed it.

We also got caught in the pouring rain. I was DRENCHED. Completely soaked. Oh well, though, because despite that, I still managed to be in a better mood afterward than I had been in all day. :)

After working out, I went back to the office to finish up a few things, changed, met up with the friend that joined me in my near arrest experience, and hit the town for the night. We went to some of Atlanta's finer establishments, and then decided to go to the movie theater that serves beer! Yay, beer! Yay, Captain America! Double yay for the two together!

Seriously, awesome movie. I enjoyed it tremendously and when the Avengers trailer came on, I gleegasmed and embarrassed myself in front of a non-geek friend. Oops. LOL.

It was totally worth the fact that I only got about 3 hours of sleep. Totally worth it, but good lord am I tired today. At least I'm in a better mood. :)

All right. I've rambled enough. I'm going to get some work done! Toodles!

If anyone is interested and able to get to Decatur by 6:30 on Jan. 5th, the Big Peach Running store is hosting a 3 mile "Resolution" Run. On the way, you pull "resolutions" from volunteer bags. Some are advice, some are prizes.

Regardless, it ends at Twains! Whoot!

Anyone up for it?

Register Here

Oh, and it's free!

I've run 11 miles since Monday. My right knee is killing me. I iced it for a while tonight and I'm going to take a hot bath, but it's definitely paining. The goal is to run every day until Monday and to go 2.2 miles every time. I'm hoping to make it - and will unless the knee swells up or something.

I forgot to do a recap of exercise for the week before this one. I'll try and do that tomorrow or Sunday and get all caught up for my own recollection, but I'm still going through the 90 Days. According to the scale, I was down some this morning, but I don't know.

Although I did get a wolf whistle earlier while I was running. It scared the crap out of me, because I was a million miles away, but then it was amusing.

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( Thoughts on the 'It Gets Better' Campaign - may be triggery )

I am not running the way I used to run a few weeks ago. I know its the 30 Day Shred and I've got mixed feelings about it. On the one hand, I can actually see a difference in my body after only 10 Days of the 30 Day Shred. I've got arm muscles and leg muscles and collarbones. My stomach is smaller - visibly so. I'm fitting into smaller clothing.

But the weight isn't coming off like it was when I was running.

I'm building muscle, blah, blah, blah. I know I am. I can see it. But the scale is just depressing.

I think this week, I'm going to make the running a priority and do the 30 Day Shred 2 or 3 times, instead of the other way around.

90 Days of Madness is still underway. I'm on Day 29. Tomorrow marks the 30 day point and the 1/3 of the way through this crazy scheme.

I've learned a lot about myself in the past 30 Days. Namely, I've learned that if I want to make fitness and exercise part of my life, I can do that. I've taken the time to say no to invites, put people off and spend precious free time on me and my goals - and no one has fallen apart yet. I've learned that the excuse of "I don't have time" is really just that - an excuse.

Someone told me a long time ago, that if we really want to do something, we do it. Otherwise, we put it off and make up excuses to justify why we're not doing something we think we should. That rankled at the time, because I thought that no one should tell me whether or not I was deliberately not doing anything, but there is a lot of truth in it. Like 100% truth.

If we want to do something, we do it.

If I want to do something, I do it.

61 Days to Go.

Last night, I intended to work late. I had help and everything. But, it came at the end of a long day, complete with a comedy-routine worthy phone call with two women on speakerphone, whereby one woman was in "jail, but she was in the crazy hospital" until a minute ago, whose sister was trying to find her a lawyer, which devolved into a screeching fight wherein the only intelligible words were "SHUT THE FUCK UP, I'M TRYING TO GET YOU A LAWYER, YOU CRAZY BITCH!"

*headdesk*

Dear Lord.

And, after a few minutes more, it came out that lady in jail, but who had been in the "crazy hospital" had committed manslaughter.

Lovely.

On the tail end of that, I decided I needed to drink. So, we went to Brickstore, and ran into friends there! Yay! Then, on the way out, S called, so we went to Twains and played trivia. T'is the season for pumpkin ales and oktoberfests. I'm a happy bewize.

Of course, nothing got done, and then I went and did the 30 Day Shred. I'm shocked to say this, but I'm done with workout 1. It's too easy now. Time to kick it to work out 2. I'm not doing it everyday in a row, but that's about 7 days with the first workout.

Has anyone else seen the criticisms of Obama hugging Rham when Rahm left office?! I'm mind-boggled and I honestly think the only response I have for people making that noise is this:

"Give me a fucking break."

Men hugging is hardly a sign of weakness that will be exploited by "our enemies." Perhaps if we, as Americans, can do a little bit more to show our humanity, we'll do a little more to restore people's faith in the fact that we are, indeed, humane. Starting with our leaders and working down.

Here, the hug that led to the downfall of the USA:



Idiots! *throws hands in the air*

(T'is a little known fact that enemies wait for people to be hugging to attack. Trufax. - SEE how ridiculous this sounds?!)

*snickers* And now I can't stop giggling at the picture of Bush doing the stomach bump thing. *snorts*

Still going! Yesterday I ran 2 miles and did not do so good. I hurt. It'd been too long since I'd gone running, I guess (4 days). But, I made it.

Tonight, I did the 30 Day Shred again, with mixed success. I'm still on Work Out 1. I'm still unable to do a real push up, although I'm getting better at the fake ones (fake ones in my world aren't girl push ups. I still can't really do those, either.).

But, I can see a difference. If I make a muscle, there is a definite bump! And my calves are looking pretty good if I do say so myself.

Tomorrow is going to be an interesting day. I think I'm going to have to run in the morning. There is waaaaaaay too much going on to fit everything in as is. I'm just going to have to fake it.

I need to be better about watching what I eat, too. I didn't eat anything yesterday until last night, when I ate half a burger, a ton of tots, and drank my weight in beer. (This also explains why I can't drink as much beer as I used to be able to drink. Not enough food in there to balance it out.) I also ate some spinach dip at like 1 am today.

Tonight, I had a calzone and it was to die for. Well, V and I split a calzone. Yummmmmmm. But, I exercised afterward and nothing turns you off a food faster than exercise burping.

Lately, I've felt very disengaged from my life. I don't know what that's about and I don't particularly like it. I genuinely feel like there are huge parts of my last month that I just don't remember and can't recall.

I think I need more fun. And no, smartasses, I don't need less drugs. (Someone thought it.)

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I went to WW this morning and was down, but not by much. I'm sadly disappointed. But not enough to give up. I'll try harder this week, do more, eat better. That's what I've got, so that's what I'll do. I may try running and the 30 Day Shred. The two together should have some effect, right?

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My hearing this morning went about as expected, but without the humiliation I feared may be heading my way. So, that's a win, I suppose.

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I've got articles to do. And other things to do, too. And a Braves Game tonight.

I'd best get to it.

I went running tonight, as I'm wont to do of late, and got a horrendous cramp in the back of my right thigh. Since I had no intention of hobbling home and I was too far to turn around, I just kept going.

Ummm, owie, owie, owie.

Lots of stretching later, I feel better. But good lord, that smarted!

I've agreed to run a 5K on Thanksgiving, so I need to get in shape so that I won't humiliate myself for that. Plus, there's a potential 6 mile run in the beginning of Nov. Hmmm.

Anyway, the route I ran tonight ended up being about 2.5 miles. That's not terrible, especially since I did the whole run in less than 30 minutes. *pleased* I shall keep on keeping on and just keep trying to add distance and shave time as I go.

I know I'm down on the scale, too, but I don't know how much yet. I'm refusing to obsess about that until Monday.

In lesson 2 of belly dancing, we learned the head slide, the shoulder shake, the shoulder roll, the chest circle and the camel and reverse camel.

For all chest moves, you basically lead with your boobs. It was an amusing experience, but it was also kind of touching. One woman, in a moment of frustration, said that she'd spent the last 57 years learning how NOT to draw attention to her breasts and she wasn't sure she could unlearn that.

It really drove home just how much women are taught to be ashamed of their bodies.

I am going to be really glad that I took this class, I think.

Well, glad and sore as hell. Thankfully, I stole obtained some 600 mg Ibuprofen. I'm pretty sure I'm going to need it.