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2009-08-19
is owning my arse.
Not because I'm in great pain from it, because truthfully, while I'm working hard, it's not anywhere near as hard as my trainer kicks my arse.
Not because I'm sweating at the end of it, because while I am, my own cardio fitness and propensity to sweat is laughable.
But because there's a little bloody calendar. And if I miss a day, there's a missing day on that calendar. And apparently the way my competitive little OCD soul sees that is as a great failure of character and a lead my loving spouse will have on me.
Good gods, but I'm pathetic.
But I'm going to be in shape and pathetic, so I suppose it's not the worst thing in the world...
Not because I'm in great pain from it, because truthfully, while I'm working hard, it's not anywhere near as hard as my trainer kicks my arse.
Not because I'm sweating at the end of it, because while I am, my own cardio fitness and propensity to sweat is laughable.
But because there's a little bloody calendar. And if I miss a day, there's a missing day on that calendar. And apparently the way my competitive little OCD soul sees that is as a great failure of character and a lead my loving spouse will have on me.
Good gods, but I'm pathetic.
But I'm going to be in shape and pathetic, so I suppose it's not the worst thing in the world...
