BFL, take 2

Pant, pant, wheeze! Holy crap, I’m exhausted!

I did manage to get up not too long after 7 AM, but wasted a good half-hour wallowing in self-pity, and then some more time trying to hunt up the scrap of paper I used to use to keep track of my cardio workout. I struggled a bit with the temptation to postpone the workout to the evening, which I fear would have later yielded to postponing it to tomorrow, and then.... A snatch of internal dialog: How determined are you? Not very, but I think I can fake it. And yes, I could.

Bless me, cardio-vascular system, I have sinned; it’s been four months since my last cardio workout. I actually weighed in at half a pound less this morning than on that one, so I’m practically picking up where I left off.

( Cardio workout (elliptical cross-trainer) )

I’m supposed to wait an hour after working out before eating breakfast (not to avoid cramps, just for maximum workout benefits), but I wasted too much time, and besides, I’m famished.

I’ll die with a stylus in my hand

One annoyance on the elliptical cross-trainer was that my underwear kept sliding down my butt. It wasn’t till later in the day that I noticed the brand name — John Henry. It’s a good thing I’m not superstitious; that’s an ill-omened name to be wearing while pitting one’s endurance against a machine. And he died with a hammer in his pants, Lord Lord!

These past few days at work I’ve been doing similar. The particular part of the project I’m working on now is something I was convinced was impossible as late as last Thursday (having spent most of that day and the day before trying various approaches and failing). Finally on Friday I came up with a new approach, and slowly but surely, the difficult designs are yielding to a combination of intelligence and effort. I’d forgotten how good that feels.