Body shutdown

The weekend was an exercise in recovery. I'm busy as hell right now, but it's a different busy than I often am. When I'm working 30-35 hours a week waiting tables and then teaching on top of that, sure I'm busy, and I'm also miserable. Now, I'm working my ass off by teaching and coaching, with just a little bit of waiting tables thrown in. Therefore, I'm busy, but not miserable; I'm content and happy right now with my schedule. While I'm whiny when I'm miserable, I'm not whiny when I'm happy - so it's a little harder to notice that my body is not functioning properly.

This weekend reminded me. I came home late on Friday night from school, and eventually headed out to a former colleague's annual St. Patrick's Day party. I was beat down and exhausted from the week, and stayed only about an hour and a half. My alcohol consumption for the night (and, indeed, for the entire weekend) was three sips of beer; the rest is probably still sitting on the windowsill at her house. I switched to water, then went home shortly thereafter. On Saturday, I slept in a little, then went to the gym, trying to un-Cadbury Egg myself. It felt great, so good that when I got home in the afternoon I was ready to have a rollicking night on the town. That mood lasted for all of an hour, when my body went into shut-down mode. I'll spare you the details, but the rest of my night was spent halfway grading papers and halfway in the bathroom. My body needed to purge itself, and it picked much of the night and the next morning to do so.

Today was my loan shift at the restaurant this week. I went in, made my seventy bucks, and then went home, content that I made enough to heat my house for about a week.

Goals for next week, which promises to be more blistering than this week, include more trips to the gym. I must not consider running baseball practice exercise, because it's not.