work, workout, chores, repeat

What? Compared to the brain-piercing drums on St. Anger? Alrighty then.

My kind of cakes! (mostly icing)

Hello!?!?! Get the little snot factory off the cat, or don't get mad when he scratches the shit out of the brat.

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I'm so passive aggressive. I sent this in one of those getting to know you emails to two of the offenders:

What do you currently hate?
Political and religious emails.

Yeah, still didn't stop my stepmother.

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I had a good weekend. I was able to leave early Thursday to get an adjustment, then to get a massage. I had them scheduled an hour apart, but I should have known I'd have extra time. So, I sat in a parking lot and read my book for a while. I skipped class because I didn't want to screw up my back right after the adjustment, etc. And my legs. One of my calves was so tight that every time she hit a certain spot, my leg would jump like it was a reflex test. The shin splints are better, but still hurt. We did some sprints in the parking lot last week to warm up, and that first takeoff hurt so bad that it stopped me in my tracks. I eased up a bit and was able to continue, though. I've just got to work through it, I guess.

I took Friday off and hung out with Leigh. We went to Harmony, where we had entirely too many plates on the table. Then we went to the mall to search for shoes for class. Yeah. I got more annoyed and contrary as the day went on. The mall people are not very helpful. I saw several wrestling type shoes on one store's website, but nothing in the stores. We went to Av3da so I could get more cleanser. The lady went through the spiel about how I'd save money if I bought the gallon size (not really), and she was right. Plus, it will keep me out of the mall that much longer (since I never heard back from my stylist, who was supposed to order some for me). So I said, "Fine." She looked bewildered, and Leigh started laughing to let her know I was joking.

I ended up getting these from Sp0rts Authority. When the dude asked for my phone number at checkout I said, "WHY?" He said, "Well, you don't have to it's for coupons..." I said, "Good, no." I'm really turning into my Dad.

Then I went to work out on Friday night, as usual. Chest, back, and abs. My former trainer showed up to heckle us. I asked him if he had somewhere else to be. My instructor being there is bad enough.

On Saturday I went to the first class, which hasn't happened in a while. My instructor was leaving to get his blue belt in jiu jitsu, so he wasn't staying for HIT class. Kay, Jess and I were gonna do it, but decided to do legs instead. That idiot who thinks we're scared of her (and a tag along) stayed. Damn, she gets on my nerves. She bitched when I suggested walking lunges at one point, and looked at her, "Do you want a workout or not?" "Yes, ma'am." STFU. I told Jess that having her there must have motivated me. She said, "Yeah, you had something to prove! She should join us more often." Hell no.

I tried to find gas at several places with no luck. So, I went to dinner with B and a few other ladies. The Racetr@c near my house had lines around it, but I didn't have time. And sure enough, they were out by the time I got back over there. B called and said that J passed a gas station with a tanker filling up the tanks, but I was almost home at that point. Oh well.

On Sunday morning I saw on this site that the gas station I usually go to would have gas until 2pm (yeah, right). So I went around 9:30 and waited 40 minutes. It was all very orderly - three lines, one for each island. Only a few people came in and tried to cut in line, but they had employees directing people. When I left, one of the lines was out in the road.

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This week has been the usual - classes, working out, icing my shins, vacuuming, scooping litter boxes. Hooray. I am seeing new muscles pop up that I hadn't noticed before. That's fun. I got a blister on my sexy bunion because I am a dumb ass. I used the P3d Egg before class Monday to remove a callous. I must have gotten too aggressive with it. We did a lot of focus mitt work, which meant around 2 house spend in fight stance, with rear/right heel off the ground. I guess this made the shoes bend and rub right there. I wore the shoes on Saturday with no problem, so I guess that has to be it. It's better now. My shins were hurting more than the damn blister.

And my back and shoulders were very sore up until Thursday from all the punching. I'm just going to have to stop buying any button-up shirts or suit jackets. They all eventually don't fit across my chest/back/shoulders, even the black jacket I bought on clearance last year even though it was a little too big. Not any more. When I drive, it pulls at my shoulders to the point of being uncomfortable.

I skipped class last night. I was tired, and wanted to give my shins a rest. Even if we don't job or run, the leg work alone hurts them. Tonight we'll do chest, back, and abs.