Monday,
February 11, 2002

Ow ow ow ow ow

And ow again. This was the week I increased the weights in my workouts. Unfortunately, I also had the brilliant idea to increase my reps up to 15 per set. Why, I don't know -- I can only assume it was a moment of Temporary Stupidity.

The long and short of it is, my upper body is aching like a bitch at the moment, and I'm walking like an old Serbian grandmother. Which confuses me, as my legs feel absolutely peachy because they already had a muscle base to work with and are taking all this pumping of der iron with insouciant glee. So why am I walking like an aged Eastern European? The mind boggles.

Oh, and the Man from McKinney appears to have developed the plague, and I've been within physical proximity of him for at least three hours today, including an hour at lunch when I was sitting directly across from him. I fly to San Francisco this Wednesday. What are the chances that my sinuses are going to solidify with goo and I'm going to feel like death warmed over that morning? Yeah, that's what I thought, too. I've already started popping the echinacea and vitamin C.

And if that isn't enough, in my quest for freedom from a combination of my Eastern European heritage and my age (read: facial hair), I managed to incur a nice chemical burn on my left cheek. It's just a red patch right below the apple area, but it looks like I'm about to break out in a big honking zit. Great, just great.

I also have to explain to someone that when I say I'm tired, cranky and quite possibly PMS'ing and it would be best just to leave me alone for a bit until I feel better, I mean it. Developing a sudden sense of insecurity and coming to me for reassurance isn't what I want or need at that moment.

Arrrgh. . .