Hump day.

It's officially the middle of the week for those that aren't coordinating a Saturday wedding. I sincerely hope that's most of you. Today also marked my return to the gym. HUZZAH!

...somehow in the midst of closing on the house, destroying and rehabiliting said house, working, and schooling, things holding moderate to high value in my life (fitness, mental stability, social ties, proper hygiene) fell by the wayside.

For the record: 5:00 am is not my friend. Or yours, more than likely.

What's even less friendly? 5:30 am spin class. You've been warned.

I'm happy to report I survived the full 60 minutes, although not without a small amount of trauma. You see, I failed to eat dinner last night-- after a late return from class I determined collapsing into bed would be far more satisfying than any form of caloric intake. Unfortunately, I also failed to eat breakfast-- it was 5:00 am, ok? Seriously, I almost forgot to put on shorts.

Anyway, about mid way through class (aka: just this side of my heart violently exploding) I felt vomitness setting in. Is that a word? At any rate, it is now because the sensation was very real! It must have been the combination of water on an empty stomach, intense cardio, and the instructor's gross error in judgement by playing Evanescence.

I was able to keep it together, although I do believe I let out a small -yet audible- scream at some point. Fortunately, this occurred at exactly the same moment a fellow masochist could no longer contain their flatulence, conveniently diverting attention from the fact that I looked like a sweaty, female version of Meat Loaf circa the Bat Out of Hell: The Monster is Loose years.

Oh yeah, it feels good to be back!