Another joyous day at work where I reap the joys of globalization. I had several emails from foreign countries strongly suggesting that I find out the answers to questions from people who are on vacation. I politely pointed out the problems and the names of people who would be out for TWO MORE WEEKS. I should have pointed out that their countries also have vacations where no one is available for TWO WEEKS and that time would be coming next month. But that would make too much sense. Much easier to demand things from me that I can’t provide. At least it’s only a four day week.

I started to feel like doody on the way home, and I noticed I was getting aches and pains in my back. Pretty good signs that I’m coming down with something. Plus I didn’t sleep for crap either night this weekend because of overseas phone calls, late night FAX machine calls, and what I think is an overdose of chocolate Xmas cookies. I wasn’t, however, smart enough to avoid the gym. I did achieve DFL in the workout.

How to take longer (sorry we held you up Zach):

• pick the right partner (Sean heartily supports my attempts at getting DFL even with his new vegan sensibilities and poor Zach got dragged into our folly)
• do extra credit (when it says “Plank Row”, do a full “Renegade Row” – with dumbbells in the pushup position row right, pushup, row left, pushup)
• do extra weight (they told me to do 30# but Zach told me I should stick to what I usually do)
• feel puny on the way into the gym but remember to rest if you feel like you’ll see your lunch again

I think we were a full two minutes slower than the next slowest person, and over six and a half minutes slower than the fast women. Perhaps that isn’t the way I should put it. The ATHLETIC women.

Other than that, I got nothing. I’m going to take some Advil and ask Santa for some common sense.