Back on track!

Finally, after about 4 weeks of allergy symptoms and back problems, I was able to make it back to the gym today. I ran 3 miles and got back into lifting. Did my bicep and back routine without any complications. The only sad thing about this is I will be terminating my gym membership in June 1st. Ces't la vie. On the bright side of things, I won't have to cough up $40 every month for membership fees. I didn't gain much weight so that's good, although I may have lost some muscle mass. Let's hope the gym at school can help me out with that.

Met a guy at the gym today who ran 4 miles on the treadmill with a sweatshirt on and a speed setting of 8 (that's plenty fast). He said he was training for the NYC marathon. I was awed by this as well as envious that I couldn't do what he did or will be doing. He told me tho to just keep running. Best thing I've heard all day and damn good words to live by.

Yet another reason to hate the allergy season

As if I'm not miserable enough, I find another way to make myself feel worse.
I hurt my back.
How, you ask?
Not from lifting heavy patients.
Not from pushing beds or shelving boxes.
Not from moving my furniture or doing manual labor.
Not even from working out.

I sneezed.
I was getting my breakfast when I sneezed, and then my back went out.
I wish there was some other manly story that would justify this injury, but no.
So for the rest of the day, I was walking around like a bent, old fart, shuffling from one side of the room to the other, holding my back and grimacing with every move that required me to sit, stand, bend, or twist. If this is what we have to look forward to when we hit retirement, I say, let me die quickly the day before and no later.

If I ever find out that someone was using a voodoo doll on me...they can be sure that I will come down upon them with the wrath of Jack Bauer (because God is on Jack's side).

Ah, May. Choke.

Never attempt to run while your allergies are flaring. You'd think that I'd be smarter than to try this ridiculously dumb feat, but, never underestimate the power of stoopid, especially this one. I thought..."eh, 3 miles, can't be that long." A little after 2 miles later, I was sucking air and sounding like a broken accordion. Good thing I got my wind back after some time and was able to finish what's left of my pathetic attempt at a workout. I did my back routine, so it was ok. But still, after 2 weeks of long driving, moving in to my new apartment, house shopping, work, and just simply trying to avoid a considerable exposure to pollen and dust, I've been held back from the gym and I'm absolutely feeling like crap.

My nose makes a squeeky noise when I breathe in.

Since I can't fall asleep, I write to you instead, with one working nostril...make that one working and one leaking. It is warm in my room and I don't have a fan. I can't open my window since it would mean the death of me...so I am tired, uncomfortably warm, gross, and sweaty.

May = Misery. Snot-filled misery.

Curse you, Dreamweaver!!!

After hours of staring at the computer screen and trying numerous attempts at getting my friend's website to work, (I'm sorry, Kev, I tried...) I accepted defeat. It is 2 in the morning and I am a sad, sad state of a boy with tears pouring out of my eyes and mucus running down my nose...partly because I failed, but mostly because I have succumbed to another allergy attack. I am tired and I can hardly breathe. I will try again in a few hours after a much needed nap, but I can't make promises. Learning how to be a web designer without professional tutelage does present a steep learning curve...and as usual, my brother refuses to help. Why does he feel the need to lord his skills over me when I need his expertise? Bastard...