Feline Mullet and Bathroom Moves

I woke up exactly 8 minutes before my alarm.
It was one of those moments when you mistakenly think its the middle of the night,...sigh,...roll over and arrogantly glance at the clock certain its 1am,...see the actual time,...and then lay there mentally cursing up a storm for the next 7 minutes and 52 seconds.
I look over at Oscar, secretly hating him and his eat-sleep-crap lifestyle I fund while he sheds all over my bed...
That cat has the hair of a 1992 Billy Ray, and now I'm the one suffering.  Unbelievable.

Well, we are 2 weeks into the new year, and I am always eager to hear how everyone's resolutions are going.  Yes, I watch this unfold up close and personal with a majority of my clients, but also through every social media outlet known to man.  I totally get the accountability aspect of it, but I swear people want a pat on the back for everything.
Partly dramatic, but very true....and it starts young.
I'll never forget the day I was working with a teenager and was going over his sprint routine on the treadmill.  After I explained my expectations, he looked me dead in the eyes and asked "So what do I get if I finish all this?"
Seriously?  Like I carried skittles and well-done stickers in my pocket like a damn circus act.
You get better......ok fine, and a pass from me backhanding you for asking a dumb question and assuming you'd receive anything resembling a "treat" for doing what you should do anyway.
Dear Lord.
I'll go ahead and shift the blame to parents.  Brace yourself,...I blame mine too.
Good grades?  Made your bed?  Took out the trash?....here, by all means, let me pay you for being a decent responsible human being and actually contributing to the house you live in. 
I know, when I say it like that it sounds harsh.  I get it.  Email me, we'll chat...but I still deal with the byproduct on a daily basis and I can tell you its not always pretty because hard work is a value that is harder to instill when there has always been an exterior, tangible motive to do so...


On a music note...
(ha, see what I did there?)...Beyonce's album is amazing.  I get caught in this Mary J Blige feel, then Jay-Z swoops in, and next thing I now I'm whipping out new moves in my bathroom hoping my neighbors see and take notes.  Thank you Beyonce.
Were I ever to dance,...in a cage,..under strobe lights while disappointing my father, I know where to find background music.
In all seriousness, its a phenomenal album and I'll probably wear out every song by next Friday.
Slightly obsessive.

My day ended with a Nike package on my doorstep...
And once again, all was well with the world.

Dressing Drama...

The alarm goes off.
I get up.
Stumble to the closet to get dressed.
Slip on my Nike's.
Walk to the bathroom to wash my face and finish getting ready.
Holy crap, where are my pants?
I forgot to put on pants.

That was the start of my day.  One would think I'd remember pants, but I keep my expectations low at 4am.  It was going to be a Dunkin-Donuts-coffee kind of morning....naturally. 

It was an entertaining morning with clients.  I got the finger at 7:30 and knew it would be another fun-filled day in the gym.  Its funny how some people will complain right and left, curse, and even threaten my life a few times in a 60 minute span, and then others would run sprints through highway traffic if I asked them to.  Somewhere in the middle would be great.  I honestly don't mind complaining as long as you get it done.  Its the ones who complain about working hard, then don't, and then complain about not seeing results.  But a few moans and groans here and there really don't bother me.  I would be lying if I said I walked into my workout everyday with a skip in my step and a giddy smile on my face.  What a sight.  Give me a drug test if that ever happens.  Then call my mom.  She'd freak so it would be worth it.

My back/tricep workout today went well, and even the cardio afterward felt pretty good.  Shocking, I know.  But honestly, my glutes and hamstrings feel like someone caned me in my sleep.  They are beyond sore, so the first 15 minutes on incline 14 was a little brutal, but after that it was a drunken blur, things went numb, and I was in the zone.  Well, me, Lil Wayne, Pink, Beyonce,...it was one big party.

This post is short.  Its almost 10 and I am tired.  I'll have more tomorrow and perhaps some things-to-ponder for the weekend.  Ah the anticipation...