It's -33 somewhere in Minnesota. DAYUM.
Forgive the totally gratuitous shot of Willy I felt like tossing in... I just couldn't help myself... So I don't even know where to begin today. I feel like if I even begin to try with ANYTHING my brain will implode on itself. Side effects of ADD, I'm tellin' ya. So, having said that much, this will probably be extremely random and obnoxious to the reader. My apology and sympathies are in order. That aside, I think I'm developing a minor thang for Andy Samberg. Maybe it was his gentile musings in "Jizz In My Pants" or "Iran So Far Away". Maybe "Dick In A Box" did me in. Yeah, that's right. You want to get with me? You better have hair straight out of "Welcome Back, Kotter" and jizz on my knee. *shrug* That's how I roll.
And speaking of my knee, I think I kinda hurt mine yesterday. Nothing serious. But after doing as many military standard push ups as I could, (we got to three! Hey, your mom. It's an improvement from 0 a week or so ago.) I had to switch to the old girly knee trick. Pushed out about five more before collapsing onto the carpet, but you know, all in a day. A word to the wise, wear knee pads while on carpet. I should've learned this that time I--.......... you know what, nevermind. But sit ups weren't too bad. Definitely still some room for improvement, but I'm working my way there. The whole work out session lasted an hour and ten minutes, and Chris had to actually stop be from pushing on. Amazing how once I get focused, I don't want to stop. Today's work out will be cardio, which will mean running. Yay. But hey, at least I'll be prepared when I leave. No harm in that, eh? I was told that if I want to enter as an E2 rather than E1, I have to get 50% or higher on the PT test that you're given before you leave. And to pass with 50% or above requires:
- 11 push ups
- 43 sit ups in 2 mins
- running - 2 miles in 20:36
I really do have to thank misguided_faith for alerting me to the wonderful world of Coastal Scents. Payment in return shall be my first born. Well, maybe not. That may not be a payment to her so much as a punishment. I know I'll feel like it's a punishment. Hey, I remember myself as a child. It was no easy task. Back to my point, I'd been frantically searching for things that wouldn't bust the wallet so much, so merci mon ami.
Well, I'm off to start my day. Why the f* am I so damn chipper and alert at this time of day? That never happens. I think it was Spaghetti Cat. Or the dolphins endorphins. Yes, as a child, I thought it was dolphins. This mind is unforgivably idiotic at times. But I like dolphins better, so that's what I'm gonna call it. Yep, it's the dolphins.
[EDIT] And I present... vintage Madonna. Did I mention it was my jam way back (and I mean way back) in the day? Oh, and that I am also secretly a gay man? Gonna dress you up in my love, all over your body! [/EDIT]
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