verbicide | i rule

This week has been exhausting. I've clocked some nice overtime (to pay for that ipod), but in spite of working a half day/from home on Monday, this week just won't end. I've been tired and cranky and ready for Friday night.

Yesterday was probably the worst. I had a mind-numbingly tedious task that had to be done, but I wanted to do it in front of the tv because it was so mindless. Did not want to go to Amanda's class. I wanted to order a large quantity of comfort food and dive into my couch.

But I didn't. Nope, nope, nope. I didn't. I frogmarched myself to the gym and crawled onto the treadmill. I wanted to get off after 5min. My knees started to hurt and I was certainly pouting. But I kept going. My inner personalities had a field day. My inner child would whine, my drill sergeant would scold, and my inner elderly-auntie would promise I could stop after just 5 more minutes. I knew she was lying, but it worked. It wasn't my best time, but another day I would have given up and gone home. So yay me!

My knees were hurting like a sumbitch, but I limped upstairs to Amanda's class and made it through another Thursday. I can feel myself getting stronger, even on a crappy day like yesterday, and that's reward enough.

Which means I shouldn't have gone home and poured a barrel of custard down my throat, but I'm hormonal dammit. Allowances must be made!

Regardless, I hope to get back in the pool this Sunday. Other things keep getting in the way, mostly the inconvenient hours for lap-swim at the Ballard Pool.