I had a really rough day. I knew when I woke up this morning that it wasn't going to be an easy day to do my fitness minutes. I run all my errands, get lunch, let my food settle while I get some school work done, and then decide it's time to start some cardio. I put in my game (wii fitness coach), and get everything set up. It's my fitness assessment day. I put on inches in a couple places, and a couple pounds--even though I'm pretty sure I'm doing everything right.
Ok, whatever...just keep going, right? Right.
I start my warm-up. Feeling better. Starting to get into it, and I twist my ankle and fall on my ass. Peachy. Still not going to let it get to me. Got back up and got going. I mean, heck, I was in the military for six years--I can ignore a little pain. Got through the 30 minutes of that, and decided to take the dog for a walk for another 30 minutes to get in my burned calories.
Go to leash the dog, and she starts going batty. She really, really, really wants to go. After 10 minutes of fighting her to get her calmed down, we leave for our walk. By the way, fighting a 50 pound boarder collie/australian shepherd mix should be a fitness category. Five minutes into the walk, we meet another dog, and off she goes to "crazy dog that doesn't know how to keep her cool around anyone outside of the family" land. (She's going through leash and socialization training right now. For a smart dog, she's not so bright.) She pulls so hard on the leash, she rips skin off two of my fingers, and rips half of a fingernail off another (past the quick).
Screw this, I'm going home.
I rip hanging skin off two fingers, clean and bandage all three of them, and now I'm sitting here with a sore ankle and hand thinking, today sucked....
| current weight: 252.0