Unleaded

Today was hard.
I hardly care to talk about it because I am so tired.  It was the first day of the coffee challenge, and to say I am struggling would be an understatement.  I squeezed in a 18 minute nap before my afternoon clients, which was probably the only thing that saved me.  I've been tired, irritable, and just not a happy camper.  I think the thing that surprised me the most was how "down" I felt emotionally.  Not cool.  Let's recap a mental time-line of the day shall we:

5:15am - pouring 1/2 my normal amount of coffee into my mug...and watching my sanity go with it...
7:00am - headache sets in...as well as the realization that its going to be a long day...cursing Zimm
11:00am - getting a "second wind" as I prepare to workout, thank God
2:00pm - ready to bang my head against the wall
4:00pm - would pay you to bang my head against the wall
7:00pm - let's not even talk about it...marinating in my own bitterness

To be completely honest, I'm not sure if this will continue tomorrow.  There are few things I enjoy...coffee is one of them...not hating life and feeling like crap is another....so in my case, the first is necessary to ensure the latter.  If its bad, so be it...at least I'll be sane and everyone lives.  I like to think of it as my gift to humanity.

Thankfully, I had a great workout.  Heavy on back, shoulders, and biceps.  I normally do sprints on Monday, but when I talked to Brian about the throbbing pain I've been experiencing in my right hamstring, we both decided it was best to take today off from sprints.  Seeing as how I only had 1 day of rest since Saturday's leg-assault, I was totally fine with that.  I went up in weight on several lifts...115 on BB row for my last 3 sets of 8...pretty pumped about that.  I should have tried 125.  Knowing that after the fact kills me.  Moving forward...

So, I honestly cannot believe its already mid-June.  The November show will be here before I know it...meaning that dieting would begin in a little over a month.  Great...I was just now getting caught up on all my beer.  Ok, kidding...but this go-round would definitely have to be more strict.  If they want a harder look, the dieting is going to be horrible.  Its one thing to go through this process when you have a desk job, but when you're on your feet all day, demonstrating, and interacting with people, its a whole new ballgame.  It just felt so much easier in college.  Eat, sleep, workout, and go to class every now and then.  Piece of cake.  Its a different story now.

As picky as I can be in the gym, it absolutely makes my day to see people do exercises correctly.  I mean, I get butterflies.  Dear Lord, what is wrong with me?  Can you tell my husband is gone...when this is what excites me??!  Seriously though, I look over today and see a woman doing lunges like a champ, and I almost threw my arms in the air like I was at the Superbowl...I was so proud.  Start worrying if I break out into a cartwheel.  Cartwheels are never ok...ever since they decided that it took more to be a cheerleader than a cartwheel, a few jumps, and numerous attempts to label it as a sport.  My only questions are still what's the score and who wins?? 
Exactly...

Well, Its 9:00 and I need to get some serious sleep if I remotely want to survive tomorrow.  Here we go...