After my friend dropped me off back at home, I took a nap and then hit the gym for 2.5 hours. 10 minute cardio warm-up, over an hour on the weight floor doing circuits and supersets (3 shoulder exercises, 2 chest, 2 back, 4 leg, at 3 sets of 15 reps each), then 65 minutes on the elliptical trainer. During the elliptical cardio, I was so…bored. It didn’t help that the only TV I could see from my station was showing a college football game. I even set the program on cross-train aerobics, which breaks up the strides into intervals of speed changes, direction changes, arm usage changes, but that didn’t help. After I pedaled for what felt like 30 days, I looked down at the time and damn it, it’d only been 14 minutes. I wanted so badly to quit and go home, and the excuses were making themselves heard. “I supersetted the weights, so I really didn’t give myself a break, so technically I did cardio already AS I was doing weight training.” “I worked out yesterday, so this is sufficient for today.” But I trudged on, combatting the excuses with things like “I didn’t eat well today. Gotta make up for it.” “I would be so disappointed in myself later that I couldn’t stick it out for the entire time just because I was bored.” “I need license to eat like a pig tomorrow, and I’ll probably eat like a pig tomorrow anyway and not work out, so I’d feel better tomorrow if I put in the time today.” “Think of how good you’re gonna feel in another 30 minutes.” “What better thing do you have to do right now?” “Cancun’s coming up.”

I’m exhausted. I’m going to bed now. Geez, it’s already 2am.