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Saturday, April 2nd, 2005
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11:12p
I'm having a torrid love affair with my heating pad. I really, really want (need) to go to the gym, but for the second time in one month, I've managed to pull what I swear to Christ must be my entire fucking left trap, all the way from my upper neck to below my shoulder blade. I haven't worked out since Monday because I had my physical fitness testing on Thursday and Friday and I wanted to be rested and not sore, but now what should have been a 3-day hiatus has turned into almost a week (if you don't count the 31 push-ups in one minute, 42 sit-ups in one minute, and 1.5 miles in 12 minutes 19 seconds - yes, I'm totally bragging - that I did for my test) and I'm fiending, dammit!
The first time I did this to myself, a couple of weeks ago, it was an accident. I woke up that day with an abnormal twinge in my neck, but I figured that I'd hit the gym anyway and stop if the pain got any worse. When I made it through my whole shoulder and trap workout without a hitch, I figured it was safe to do abs and cardio. It was there, somewhere amongst three sets of crunches, that I fucked myself over completely. Despite my usual meticulous attention to NOT pulling at my head while doing crunches, I managed to yank that shit ALL out of shape. Of course, amidst the workout endorphin rush, I didn't notice how badly it was actually going until I finished 45 minutes on the treadmill and then tried to start my post-workout stretching.
I spent the next two days popping 5 or 6 Advil at a time and not being able to back into my driveway like every other resident of Japan.
This time, I knew exactly what I was getting into, but it couldn't be avoided. The day of the PT test, I woke up with that same twinge. If it had been any other week, I would have just taken it easy. But that day, I had my test, and "I have a stiff neck" is not a valid excuse to get out of it. I would have to my sit-ups and push-ups, which would bring about another muscular revolt. I was France and my neck muscles were the peasants and workers who weren't going to do any more menial shit like help me sit up straight or turn my head from side to side.
You're probably all wondering when the hell I became such a workout junkie. Well, I'm one of those sad people - if I don't do it full-on, every day, I'm not going to bother doing it at all. I possess no temperance whatsoever, so I fear that a couple days off will end up as a couple months off.
Therefore, I wait. I've watched two and a half seasons of Sex and the City, I've eaten several peanut-butter-and-chocolate-chip sandwiches, I've downed a lot of Advil, and for the first time I found enough motivation to search for a spare outlet to plug in my three-months-old-but-never-used heating pad. It's so nice.
Unfortunately, the combination of Advil O.D., carb slump, and heat has made me incredibly drowsy. I'm going to try to take a nap. But let's face it, folks - I don't wake up from naps that don't start until quarter to midnight. See you in the morning.
current mood:  sore
current music: The Roots, "Guns are Drawn"
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