Too far gone for words. I’m in hour 50 something of a 72+ hour work marathon that wraps up tomorrow night at 1:30am.
The schedule consists of working a hour or two, off and hour or two, back on and off and on and off until I either die or I get through it.
I’m especially grumpy, but you all knew that.
I just had an hour nap and the song “better son or daughter” by Rilo Kiley is stuck in my head. Well, just one passage of it. You know that only happens when I’m totally exhausted so by god, while I love the song, 30 times a minute for the past 8 hours or so is a little much to bear.
I gave up my longest work free stretch (3 whole hours) in order to haul firewood for my folks. I’m taking hauling firewood as a check mark in the “did you work out today?” category since I did work up a sweat doing it (let alone I was out there for 45 minutes).
I notice that I have waaaay more stamina than last year since I’ve been working out. I’m also stronger, which is funny because I haven’t been working my upper body at all. I’ve just been doing the treadmill. But I was swinging an ax today on the woodpile like it was nothing. Usually I’m out of breath with the first couple of chops. Today I felt like I could have split the whole pile if I needed to.
This scares me more than words.
I’m still fatter than I want to be. The treadmill thing hasn’t happened as much with the cold lately. My knees have been killing me or I’ve been too tired to do anything. It’s hard to get motivated when something aches. I’m forcing myself to get back into this stuff because I don’t want to go backwards. But it’s hard when all I want to do is sleep for more than two hours at a time between work shifts.
So screwed.
But that’s life lately.
So ugg. Ugg again and Ugg some more until something bleeds.
Happy 2009.
Jim