I went to get a massage earlier this week and I found out that my sister has a list of nutjobs. #1 is the TMJ specialist she goes to. #2 is the massage guy. #3 is me. Well, the massage guy told my sister that she’s the Queen Of All Nut Jobs. A promotion, like how the Head Honcho at the gym is now the HMFIC.

I wasn’t really feeling all that peppy at the gym today and even at the start of the workout I was feeling a little lethargic. It was “Jackie” which meant, row a bunch, more thrusters than you want, and then a bunch of pull ups. My triceps are still shot from all the pushups we did on Monday and the “half moons” yesterday got my core tired as well. The idea is to do better than you did the last time, but at some point I just had to say, “Meh, that’s good enough.”

Which is what I have to decide at work around 5PM or I’ll be there forever. Yeesh. 7 hours of meetings in a day and they expect me to get work done?