5:50am – Alarm goes off. What is happening? What day is it? Where do I have to be right now? Did I sleep last night? Sure doesn’t feel like it…
5:52am – *Strapping on heart rate monitor* I need coffee in my system right. now.
6:03am – Grab french press out of the fridge, mix it with some almond mix and stevia, and pound it back with half a banana sloppily slathered in PB.
6:12am – Work bag? Check. Gym bag? Check. Garbage bag? Check. Third arm? I need one of those on garbage days…
6:22am – Briefly smile at the girl working the desk at the gym. She wonders if I’m a crazy person for working out everyday at such an ungodly hour. I wonder if she’s a crazy person for taking a job that has her working at such an ungodly hour.
6:29am – Favourite center-driven elliptical is occupied by the grunting man. Opt for a rear-driven one instead. Start my warm-up.
6:34am – First sprint is always a shock to the system.
6:45am – Heart rate breaks the 170 barrier for the first time this workout. Yesssss!
6:50am – Wish my iPod had one of those beep-y things that portable phones do. Then it would be with me at the gym and not in my apartment… somewhere…
7:05am – Try to row away the DOMS in my back on the rowing machine. Only works when actually rowing.
7:15am – Only 10 minutes on the stepmill. Only 10 minutes.
7:20am – Only 5 minutes left on the stepmill. Just 5 minutes.
7:22am – I’m not gonna make it.
7:25am – I am so sorry legs.
7:28am – I WANT TO LIVE IN PIGEON POSE.
7:49am – Having short hair cuts my shower time down SO much.
8:15am – I have microwave oats, but the door to the room with the microwave is locked. Sneak upstairs to use my bosses’, but I am spotted. Yes, I am cooking brown goop. So what??
8:25am – Chocolate-protein-banana-PB oats just don’t cut it anymore. Where’s my custard oats!?
8:35am – Get called to a meeting. Crap! I’m not done feeding the hunger beast!
9:00am – Start what is becoming a ritual of answering and sending e-mails that usually lasts the whole morning.
10:13am – Even though I’m not hungry, I must break up the monotony of e-mailing. Dig into my bag for a healthy-ish bar.
They kinda taste vegetable-y, but I like it. Plus, you can never go wrong with a chocolate coating ;)
11:04am – The usual lunch posse are all busy today. Anticipate finally cracking open my Google Reader for lunch.
12:10pm – Break down and dig into my lunch bag.
Tofurkey, hummus and tzatzkiki pita.
A very battered bartlett pear. I kinda like ‘em super ripe like this!
12:57pm – Run downstairs for the first of many university events today. A lecture and performance by a traditional folk singer.
1:22pm – I need more Irish folk music in my life.
2:52pm – Rush back up to my office to eat some grapes and cottage cheese while answering a co-worker’s fitness question (I’m getting so many of these now from friends and family – I love it!)
3:50pm – Rush off to lecture #2 called “What We Talk About When We Talk About Art.”
4:10pm – What I was expecting to be a boring lecture turns out to be hilarious, delivered by a witty and observant British man wearing a black turtleneck.
4:56pm – Rush off to my next event. Pause briefly at a cookie tray set up in the foyer. Keep walking.
5:28pm – Listen to novelist and Giller Prize winner David Adams Richards speak. Intense.
5:55pm – Breeze through apartment door, borderline hangry. Immediately reach for some corn cereal. Nosnackingwhat??
6:12pm – Sit down to supper.
Steamed green beans and red potatoes topped with leftover spicy yves ground round/black bean mix with tomato sauce added to it.
6:27pm – Defeat. Giant plate of food wins. I am. So. Full. How was I so hungry a mere 30 minutes ago??
7:35pm – Rush back to campus to meet coworkers for the Oedipus Rex play. Why am I always rushing? Leaving to go somewhere at a normal speed must be possible…
8:11pm – What on God’s green earth are they saying??
8:33pm – Dude. No. She’s your mom.
9:30pm – Well, that was a cheery way to end the evening.
9:43pm – Get a massive nose bleed for the first time in years. Freak out and Google “Am I dying of cancer?”
10:01pm – Bleeding starts to subside, the fullness of supper long gone. A protein cake sounds like the perfect bedtime snack.
10:16pm – Realize that I have to admit I wrote the majority of this post around 6:45 and am only updating it now.
10:20pm – Hit publish
10:22pm – Obsessively proof read post for spelling and grammatical errors
1024pm – Breakfast, snacks and lunch for tomorrow
10:45pm – Pass out on my pillow, dreaming of Friday morning’s Jillian Michaels workout and another Friday night spent in my peejays reading blogs and watching MTV…
Question of the Day: What are your Friday night plans? Gonna paint the town red or join me in your fuzzy slippers? :P