These long weekends are nice but they are a bitch when I go back to work. Couple that with some one being on vacation and it means today will be hellish. So I gave my self the day off from P90X. And I'm having a beer tonight.
Teetotal-ling is not agreeing with me that much. I keep waiting for the endorphins from exercise to make me all happy and it's not happening. I used to love to work out but that seemed to end when I was 35. Now I am 54 and am trying to not think life is over. The numbers will never go up again, unless maybe I take testosterone, which I am sure would make me real happy. But I don't think I like the idea of taking shots for the rest of my life.
I think my mistake this weekend was trying to keep up with them. I can't do 25 reps on lunges or other weird leg exercises. I should have just done 5 or ten and then I probably could have lasted the whole workout. I'm not very sore now. The next video is "kenpo". After the massive yoga fail, I dread whatever this is.
I missed the butch-femme mini bash in Minneapolis this weekend. With my libido gone, I just don't see the reason to be around people. I wonder if I'll ever feel good (without drinking) again.
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