Here I was, thinking that I was going to have YET ANOTHER HAMBURGER instead of eating a salad for dinner, but an illness ran smack into my plans. Right now I’m just hoping that Mike, who had a heart valve replacement a couple of weeks ago, is doing OK.

I’m feeling kind of cranky right now and I figure it’ll be even worse tomorrow when I’m fasting for a cholesterol test. I mean, really, FASTING? They were a bit confused by the whole thing at the doctor’s office, telling me I could have black coffee, but no I figure the real measure of my cholesterol would require me to eat something closer to my real diet, or a dozen Voodoo doughnuts, whichever came first.

So today’s workout was a total failure. The main problem was that I screwed up at the end and it just made me think of all the awfulness that came before. I ripped a hole in my shirt with the weightlifting belt we use to add weight to pullups. I was told, after I finished, that my front squats weren’t deep enough. And finally, the workout of the day was supposed to use two kettlebells, one of 24kg and one of 36kg. I finished quicker than I thought I would and realized I was only using 32kg for the heavier one and was quite disappointed. This is why I don’t like races in general. You build them up and one little thing can screw it all up. I know, why be a pessimist, but the surveys have shown that pessimists are much more likely to be correct at predicting outcomes. So there.