Motivational speeches suck

Sometimes people need to learn there limits. I have never been a "candle burner", I actually hate the metaphor. Basically, normal people burn their candle, and over-achievers or active people burn it at both ends. Screw that noise, I toss the damn thing in the fire and hope something pretty happens.

Mondays are notoriously rough days for me. I'm really good Saturdays, either work out early or skip it and early to bed. I wake up early Sunday and feel like superwoman (still working on getting some tear away clothing to hide my 80s workout gear). Work for 8, out by 2pm, errands, maybe a nap and then boom, stupidity sets in. I'm generally tired and decide to indulge in some wine and video games, or as was the case this Sunday, a late night workout. Nothing gets the blood flowing better and coinkydink, I don't sleep well after them. So after gymning and showering and a late night snack, I watched tv till 1:30a and got up at 5a for work. It wasn't a yawning tired, rather a body crunching, total exhaustion that made me glare at the upcoming 8hrs, 2mi bike into the gale force winds (anyone else thinking we're in for a big storm?), and the sun hiding behind clouds about 45min before I got off work. Torture. Also proof that I have no more good karma left.

My Sage Burner registration is taped to my kitchen cupboard right now. It's motivating for me, 1) because it's taped up with black tape which is constantly letting go so I have to re-tape it and go, "oh, race time in 5 months". 2) It's a non-refundable race, dummy. Nothing says motivation like running for a cause when you can't get your $$ back. On the upside I traded in my old shoes for new ones and am now sporting some fancy, superhero looking kicks (really, all I need is tear-away clothing to be Wonder Woman). Breaking them in is no fun as my other ones conformed to my feet perfectly . . . except the plastic part that had worn through and was poking my foot, that didn't fit.

On the upside, training is going well. Need to do laundry cause my gymn clothes are a *bit* smelly. Did some hill running on the treadmill and managed not to die or fart while lifting legs, squats especially. Asparagus!! Not sure about running tonight as am already tired.

On smellier news, Brent Faaaaav-re is done for the season due to a few missteps that his old mind thought he could do. A nice rendition of "Prima donna" from "Phantom of the Opera" is due him. Especially that "first lady at the ball line". Oh retire and go into coaching, your senile brain can't handle any more hits and our minds are rotting from watching your retirement tears.

I wonder if there'll still be fresh fruits n veggies for delish smoothies and yogurt bfasts after the zombie apocalypse.