I made it to the gym on Monday and Tuesday mornings for good, intense 90-minute workouts. I'd forgotten how good it feels to go to work fueled on endorphins; it just makes the days so good.
On Tuesday night, I hosted a dinner party. Some friends and I are getting together on Tuesday nights and cooking each other dinner. So far, our "See You Next Tuesday" club (sorry for the vulgarity) is only two weeks old, but we'll continue it for a while. After my impeccable spaghetti and (veggie) meatballs, we watched the game for a while. They were here until around 9, and I didn't start my preparation for the next day until after they left. It takes a solid 2-3 hours to write a quiz and plan a lesson for the 9th graders, so I was up until around midnight. That shot my plans for a gym trip in the morning. It also wasn't helped that a group of loud men decided to park out on the street outside my window and yap for a few hours. I slept about four hours, it seems, and was all messed up.
Yesterday, I was at school for 12 hours, came home, and planned from 7-12 or so. It was a crazy long day, and didn't make it to the gym at all. So, I guess I took Wednesday off, and was up so late I didn't go in for the gym on Thursday morning. I'll make it tonight, though, and am about to head there right now. I'm going to work out extra intensely for missing yesterday.
The conclusion? Staying up late one night messes up my entire schedule and make it harder to live healthy. I have to say, though, hanging out with some friends on a weeknight really broke up the monotony of the week, so I'm still glad I did it.
Rowdies at Dawn
-
I made the mistake of renting a place smack dab in the one section of
Prague frequented by 20something beer-chugging loudmouth apes. These two
clips were t...
57 minutes ago

1 comments:
90 minute workout? Wow. I miss those.
Post a Comment