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DAMN THE MAN, SAVE THE ASICS!
Published on 31/01/08
by Maureen
Thursday’s workout:
Time: 5:15 p.m.
Place: Crunch
The workout: the old standard 16 minute (2.11 mile) treadmill warmup, 11 arm machine sets, 16 minute (2.13 mile) cool down.
The music: “Icky Thump” by the White Stripes, “Begin to Hope” by Regina Spektor
Felt like: KISS MY ASS, WORLD I’MA RUN FASTER! AND LIFT HARDER!
Total weekly mileage: 26.22/30
The shit hit the fan in almost all other parts of my life. The guy I was hoping to call didn’t and the “higher-ups” at work basically asked me to take on an extra story each month without any extra compensation, with more or less no negotiation. I couldn’t sleep on Wednesday night and turned off the alarm because I figured I would bonk in the morning anyway. The strange thing is, I can’t cry anymore. I physically tried to make my eyes produce tears and they never did. I’m just tired and angry.
At some point, the people I’ve been engaging as a support system kicked in (thank God for gmail) and it was like having a cheering gallery for my rage. At some point I realized the stupid guy problem was just being amplified by the work problem. Throughout the day I just got more defiant and bitchy and I knew the only thing that was going to make me feel better was to get moving.
I haven’t lifted that much since college. I took a plate off of the assisted pull-up and assisted dip machine and I’m reasonably sure I could to a pull-up unassisted if I had to. One of the trainers gave me some advice on the pec deck and I think that helped too, although I’m still self-concious about having nice pecs. The running went well too, barely felt the toe, barely felt anything really. By the time I got home I had mostly forgotten about all the shit that had gone down in the last twelve hours. While I still spent all of the commercial breaks during LOST looking for a new job online, at least I have my center back and I’m rockin’ out.
Here’s to flipping a big thumb-out bird to the man and running it off.
The run is over. Now what?
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