Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Using up my last excuse

Not feeling the greatest.  My own damn fault.  Can barely type correctly, and that's not me.

So I'm running errands on Thursday and then hitting the gym hardcore on Friday.  Kicking my ass.  Maybe hitting a few machines, too.  After all, I don't go to work the next day until 5.

Time to rearrange my playlist.

Later.
-Justin

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

False Alarm

Don't think I'm sick after all.

So I wasted yesterday for nothing.

Today I watched the fartknocker (my niece), so I couldn't go.

Ah, well.  Guess there's tomorrow...

Later.
-Justin.

BLAH.

Not feeling the greatest.

Dunno if I got the sickness my niece has or what.

Skipping the gym until I know for sure I'm not sick.

Later.
-Justin

Saturday, May 14, 2011

One step forward, two steps back...

Haven't been to the gym since last Monday.

Gonna go this upcoming Monday.  Dammit.

Because I can't complain about how I feel unless I do something about it.  Much like you shouldn't be allowed to bitch about politics unless you vote.

Okay.  Gonna start getting ready for work in a few.  Wish me sanity...and relatively intelligent customers...and pray the sharp and/or blunt objects are out of my vicinity.

Later.
-Justin

Monday, May 9, 2011

Back on it.

BLAH.

Worked from 9:30-5.  Long, boring, useless shift with a combined customer IQ of 35.

Seriously.  LONG shift.  Long enough that I questioned my ability to get through tomorrow's shift without losing my sanity...because I felt it was already tomorrow...

Long enough that when I clocked out and headed to my car, I contemplated turning right to go home instead of left to go to the gym.

But I went.

And did contemplate turning around while searching for a parking spot.

But I hopped on an elliptical.

And did thirty minutes.

And now my foot hurts.

Ah, well.  I do feel better.  And sexier.  Glad I went.

Now I'm gonna watch a TV show I got from Netflix and relax.

Good night.
-Justin


P.S.-I got the last of my grades today.  Three A's and a B+!  3.825 average!  Soy un perro attractivo y inteligente!

Friday, May 6, 2011

Um...

Didn't go to the gym today.

Late night last night.  Didn't get to sleep until 4:30.  Totally unlike me.  But I had a great time performing.

Woke up with a killer headache.  No alcohol involved, I promise.

Just got back up from a nap that didn't accomplish much.

So I just gotta get back at it on Monday.

Later.
-Justin

Thursday, May 5, 2011

Dear Justin...

It's summer.  You promised you'd go to the gym three times a week.  I'm holding you to it.  Because these shackles are starting to hurt.

And when school starts again, don't give any excuses.  Your schedule still allows for time to work out.  Those who want something will find a way to get it.  Those who don't find excuses.

So you'd better get back at it.  Together, we can put Fat Frank on life support.

With love, and everything it takes to get you laid,
Perro Sexivo

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

5/4

Crashing down.

I went back to the gym today.  Like I said I would.

However, I didn't eat enough before jumping onto the elliptical.  So I could only do 4K.  But that's still 30 minutes of cardio.

Walking back down the stairs, I felt like Jello.  Made myself sick.

Feeling better now that I've got a protein bar and protein shake in my system.

Looking forward to Friday's workout.

Soy un perro sexivo!

Later.
-Justin

Monday, May 2, 2011

5/2, Post Workout

Yes, ladies and gentlemen.  I went to the gym today.

First time in three months.

I decided to just do cardio today, and ran 5K in 40:13.

Feeling good.  Very good.

And I am looking forward to doing it again on Wednesday before work.  Working on a new workout playlist as I type.


Yes, I may have fallen.  But I'm picking myself back up.  And that's what's important.


Later.
-Justin

Sunday, May 1, 2011

So. Yeah.

I just bought a new armband and headset for my iPod.

And classes are over.

I have no excuse to not go to the gym on Monday after work.

If I have explosive diarrhea, I just won't do the abdominal machines.

Later.
-Justin