*Yawn

You'd think someone who has the kind of time on their hands that I do would have time to blog...

I guess it's not so much a matter of time, though, as substance. The original purpose of this repurposed blog was to blog my workouts. Well, yawn. One thing I am when it comes to this shit is boringly predictable.

Most days, I still put in a walk, about 45 minutes. It's become habit; I'm sure that will change at some point, but for now, I'm just keeping it up. Beyond that:

Monday - NROL workout @ the gym
Tuesday - run, karate
Wednesday - yoga class, NROL workout @ home
Thursday - run, karate
Friday - NROL workout @ the gym
Saturday - karate, run
Sunday - rest

I mean, that's only so interesting and blog-worthy. I like having a schedule because it sort of leaves me with a certain framework to progress within: I see how my kata improve, or my sparring, or my weapons handling; I see how much further/faster I can run; I see how much more I can lift. It's actually such a rewarding way of doing things that I wonder how I played video lotto ("hmm, what video do I want to do today?") for so long before falling back on, basically, the sorts of workouts I cut my teeth doing (weights, running, sport specific skills). Other people seem to get along fine on the lotto and more power to them, but that never really worked for me.

Whatever makes you happy and gets your ass moving, eh?

Anyway, since I titled this *Yawn, a word on the beauty of sleep. Toward the end of last week, I had a couple of nights of horrible sleep. There was nothing specific going on, just a couple of late nights - stayed up to watch a sporting event, got home late from karate, that sort of thing. By Saturday I felt completely washed out, and practically had to drag my ass around the neighborhood for my run. I thought, WTF is wrong with me? Push too hard this week? Poor nutrition? Were the cats really that big a pain in the ass? (I have a queen sized bed - you'd think one fairly small human and three felines could flop out with no overlapping parts, and you'd be wrong.) As it happened, that night I slept like a fucking log, and as soon as I could form a cohesive thought the next day, it was along the lines of "Duh, chiquita, you needed sleep."

So I'm watching for that now. Sleep: it does a body good.