Gym Rat

I used to give my SIL a hard time about going to the gym for hours at a time, but I'm starting to get sucked in myself. Now, I should clarify that I don't spend hours at a time there (because I fucking hate going there), but I'm starting to get that thing where I have to go every single day and if I don't I'm thinking of what I can do at home that will count as some form of exercise. I'll do lunges while I'm walking down a hall way or leg lifts and bicycle legs while playing with Bebe. Crazy? Just scratching the pretend surface.

I'm off to listen to a Podcuddle...because that's what one does when one wants to feel better about things. It always works. It was also the podcast that made me thing "hell, if these guys can get away with this for an entire hour (sometimes more) I can totally do this podcast thing." And I don't mean that ugly. I love those guys.

Yeah.

Manic Week is Happening....

I've been working out every day (along with other activities) and that seems to be helping me with the madness. I will say that my workouts are laiden with rage. It was slightly anticlimactic yesterday raging at the gym mid morning, when everyone at the gym seems to have an average age of about 70 years. Obviously I was feeling pretty strong.

We only have about 2 weeks left until our trek to NC for a family vacation. It'll be nice to get away and even nice to return. But then starts the countdown clock to school starting back up and I couldn't be less excited about it. Seriously. I'm madly in love with the free time to think and do and be. I'm scarred and depressed so I'm going to change the subject now.

Excited about another show. I'm learning as I go and am having fun just writing, writing, writing all week long. I'm just now realizing what good exercise it is to write out my schtick long form. I now need to figure out how to write a joke....I'll get there.

I need to go run around, all this sitting is making me insane...er.