I feel ragged and weary. My gusto for Florida, that motivated me through an intensive week of work, is ebbing away. I don't mean to say I'm not excited---I am. Crazy supah dupah psyched excited. Now, I'm just ready for it to be here.
56 hours I worked at MR last week (a personal record). I also spent about another 10 on my editing duties for Her Active Life. I also managed 4 workout sessions. At the expense of all of this was much needed sleep.
Then to cram in a final workout I was up today at 6am for a 2hr gym session before work. I'm really getting in the habit of squeezing workouts in beforehand. After some of these long days, I have a sad supply of energy remaining at the end of the work day.
Oh well, saddle up, right? Time to stop bitchin'. In 27 hours I'll be at the airport and in less than 48 I'll be on the beach in all my linguine-white noodle glory :)
(I was going to attach a picture, but I don't even feel like it.)
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