Well, not really... I'm just feeling pissy because it's 7:40, and I just finished work for the day.
I had phoned Michelle to ask her to move our workout from 7 to 8. She said yes, so I dove into my work, scrambling to get it down, while wolfing down my dinner so it can settle before I start jumping around. She phones me back... it's her Friday, so she's dead dog tired, and there is no way she is going to last to 8pm and have energy to work out, so can she jam on me?
Sigh. Of course she can. It's my fault for putting it off an hour. How much of a bitch would I be to say no! I sent my kid over to pick up my weights, and I'll do my own circuit training for 1/2 hour or so. I need to work out bad. I'm feeling very anxious and need to work off nervous energy. Or cry. But working out is more productive.
Thanks for listening,
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