I'm tired, I hurt, I wanna go home...

Last night was almost 2 hours of continuous sparring workout, including a sparring match with our school's head instructor (he's a 4th degree who's eligible for 5th and likely will have it soon; holy shit that man is fast). A definate exercise in stamina (and another demonstration of just how far away Black really is, but that's okay since when I get there it means I'll be that way too).

After that, I went home and was unable to fall asleep until after midnight. Then, just as a practical joke on myself apparently, I woke up at 5am this morning unable to sleep anymore. I came to work since traffic at that time is almost nonexistant, which is a novelty I don't get to see very often. Now I'm bored, so the lack of sleep is really starting to take effect.

On the good side, I weighed an entire 171 lbs. this morning, so at least the weight loss thing continues to go well. That's down 44 lbs. from my high.

I have a physical copy of the lab results from my last round of tests, and one of my friends who's a doc is looking over them on a whim. No, I didn't ask him to do this, I just asked for a recommendation for a specialist which he was happy to give and asked to see the labs if I didn't mind. I guess now I'll have to fix his damned computer for him one day despite my usual policy of not doing so unless it's mine or I'm getting paid for it (I don't ask my friends who are lawyers for legal advice, and I don't bug my friends in medicine for medical advice aside from (and this applies to both professions) "who would you trust not to screw this up if you needed it done?", and generally, they don't ask me to fix their computers).

When did I start having friends with real professions? Oh wait, that's right, our kids are in soccer and TKD together, and we (me and the other dad) do TKD as well. And they're the only parents we know with kids Evan's age that aren't 10 years older than we are (people in the DC metro area don't get married until at least 30, and don't start having kids until at least 35. I personally think they're all fucking nuts. I want my kids out of the house when I'm 50 as opposed to the oldest just graduating from high school when I'm 60).

I know the soreness is an indication that I'm getting stronger, but I really just want to go home, pop a couple Tylenol 3s, and crawl into bed for a few years.

I'm tired, I hurt, I wanna go home...

Last night was almost 2 hours of continuous sparring workout, including a sparring match with our school's head instructor (he's a 4th degree who's eligible for 5th and likely will have it soon; holy shit that man is fast). A definate exercise in stamina (and another demonstration of just how far away Black really is, but that's okay since when I get there it means I'll be that way too).

After that, I went home and was unable to fall asleep until after midnight. Then, just as a practical joke on myself apparently, I woke up at 5am this morning unable to sleep anymore. I came to work since traffic at that time is almost nonexistant, which is a novelty I don't get to see very often. Now I'm bored, so the lack of sleep is really starting to take effect.

On the good side, I weighed an entire 171 lbs. this morning, so at least the weight loss thing continues to go well. That's down 44 lbs. from my high.

I have a physical copy of the lab results from my last round of tests, and one of my friends who's a doc is looking over them on a whim. No, I didn't ask him to do this, I just asked for a recommendation for a specialist which he was happy to give and asked to see the labs if I didn't mind. I guess now I'll have to fix his damned computer for him one day despite my usual policy of not doing so unless it's mine or I'm getting paid for it (I don't ask my friends who are lawyers for legal advice, and I don't bug my friends in medicine for medical advice aside from (and this applies to both professions) "who would you trust not to screw this up if you needed it done?", and generally, they don't ask me to fix their computers).

When did I start having friends with real professions? Oh wait, that's right, our kids are in soccer and TKD together, and we (me and the other dad) do TKD as well. And they're the only parents we know with kids Evan's age that aren't 10 years older than we are (people in the DC metro area don't get married until at least 30, and don't start having kids until at least 35. I personally think they're all fucking nuts. I want my kids out of the house when I'm 50 as opposed to the oldest just graduating from high school when I'm 60).

I know the soreness is an indication that I'm getting stronger, but I really just want to go home, pop a couple Tylenol 3s, and crawl into bed for a few years.

I'm tired, I hurt, I wanna go home...

Last night was almost 2 hours of continuous sparring workout, including a sparring match with our school's head instructor (he's a 4th degree who's eligible for 5th and likely will have it soon; holy shit that man is fast). A definate exercise in stamina (and another demonstration of just how far away Black really is, but that's okay since when I get there it means I'll be that way too).

After that, I went home and was unable to fall asleep until after midnight. Then, just as a practical joke on myself apparently, I woke up at 5am this morning unable to sleep anymore. I came to work since traffic at that time is almost nonexistant, which is a novelty I don't get to see very often. Now I'm bored, so the lack of sleep is really starting to take effect.

On the good side, I weighed an entire 171 lbs. this morning, so at least the weight loss thing continues to go well. That's down 44 lbs. from my high.

I have a physical copy of the lab results from my last round of tests, and one of my friends who's a doc is looking over them on a whim. No, I didn't ask him to do this, I just asked for a recommendation for a specialist which he was happy to give and asked to see the labs if I didn't mind. I guess now I'll have to fix his damned computer for him one day despite my usual policy of not doing so unless it's mine or I'm getting paid for it (I don't ask my friends who are lawyers for legal advice, and I don't bug my friends in medicine for medical advice aside from (and this applies to both professions) "who would you trust not to screw this up if you needed it done?", and generally, they don't ask me to fix their computers).

When did I start having friends with real professions? Oh wait, that's right, our kids are in soccer and TKD together, and we (me and the other dad) do TKD as well. And they're the only parents we know with kids Evan's age that aren't 10 years older than we are (people in the DC metro area don't get married until at least 30, and don't start having kids until at least 35. I personally think they're all fucking nuts. I want my kids out of the house when I'm 50 as opposed to the oldest just graduating from high school when I'm 60).

I know the soreness is an indication that I'm getting stronger, but I really just want to go home, pop a couple Tylenol 3s, and crawl into bed for a few years.