Iíve mentioned before the 4 flights of steps I climb to my 5th floor destination each work morning. 19 steps per floor, 76 steps up. Turns out I can get up to the 4th floor without breathing any heavier, but the 5th floor takes a couple of huffs and puffs to accomplish. Went down to the snacketarium for caffeine, adding 20 more steps to the basement, and it seems like I can do about 3.5 flights before needing to catch my breath. Then again, Iíve been yawning this morning (hence the caffeine run), so that might be skewing the results. In any case, the unplanned trek down the stairs, and the attendant return climb made up for the elevator trip Tuesday.
I ended up doing a brief spell on the elliptical Tuesday. I would have done more than the 20 minutes I did do, but for some reason, the televisions down in the fitness room canít access ESPN, and as such, I couldnít watch the USA-Mexico match down there. So exercise was cut short. No excuses for why I didnít do any sort of anything after I went back to my room. I suppose I canít really take credit for just staying up there, rather than trekking over to the Buffalo Wild Wings at the edge of the mall. Iím under the impression Iíll end up there for the NCAA championship game. Unless, of course, Michigan makes it, in which case Iíll scope out the Michigan alum bar in Chicago. Hey, a guy can dream, canít he? Letís see if that dream survives past Friday night, when my Wolverines face off against big bad Kansas.
Exercise was non-existent on Wednesday. Left the workplace at 6:45, straight to the bar for trivia, where we won in surprise, come from behind fashion, outguessing the second place team in the final round. No huge cardboard check, just 20 bucks off our (3 man teamís) bar tab, which another guy covered, leaving my share of dinner and drinks and tips all of two bucks. This, on a day when I ate the free breakfast provided at the hotel, and pizza was provided for a team lunch/celebration of impending baby arrivals. The miserly portion of my heart rejoiced. The restÖwasnít displeased, either, as I went for the grilled chicken sandwich choice at dinner.
If you ignore the part where I dropped down to 172.6 lbs a month ago, Iíve been in perfect maintenance harmony since I found myself at 180 lbs in the middle of January. Sadly, the yo-yo canít be ignored. Hopefully, this isnít a case where the next flick of the wrist sends the number skyrocketing further before descending. The latest upward swing doesnít feel real, might have a sodium base to it. But itís weird that I felt no skinnier when Iíd dropped to that low point in February, and now feel fat when merely returning to the original baseline. Funny thing, the mind, and its perceptions.
(lest you think I'm goofing at work, this post is another piecemeal, sentence typed here, though added there effort, edited for some semblance of coherence while lunching. Though, I could spend a moment scribbling thought, since access to the main work program is still a dream. On the other hand, someone who can make it happen did get in touch with my supervisor, which is progress! She's promising that I'll get that access on Monday...April 1st. Is this a joke?
Stay tuned, I guess!