Second day of push-ups et al. There aren't words for how sore my abs are (I'm doing sit ups as part of the routine) and it doesn't help that S keeps grabbing and pressing my belly. Not in a mean way, but it does ache. Mind you, sitting up straight and I can feel the ache. But I can already do more push-ups than on Monday and I can really tell the difference between good and bad form. I wish I were doing this with someone else who is struggling though. P's sis called earlier to tell me about her progress - which sounds awesome, esp as it is linked to other habits - but she's so perky and healthy and I just want to wallow with someone for a minute. A "poor baby" would be nice hear, round bout now, you know?
my arms, shoulders and abs are sore, but not to the point that my movement is restricted. But I have to admit I'm a little skeptical that 1) I'll be able to stick to the program and 2) the program will work. And yes, I know it only will work if I stick to it... hence the large number of people I'm doing it with - motivation and encouragement! Not that I'm a "wOOt! Go team!" kinda gal, but it may help.
today I started the One Hundred Push Up Challenge with P and the bananafish. I've made up a full work out around it, with sit ups and toe touches and such. Oh, and modified it of course for the kinder. It was fun and they were VERY excited by it. We did the workout and then they did it AGAIN with S. I doubt they will be doing much of that, as they start school tomorrow, but who knows, perhaps I've underestimated them. P was pretty dead at the end.
In other news, I've met with my adviser and other than having to re-write my intro, it looks good. I'll be defending in Nov sometime. But now, off to sleep and prepare for the re-writes.
The thing about being almost done, is that I'm really not. Yes, I have a draft. Which is sitting in front of a couple people for editing, that I need to get back in order to do the edits, but there is another pile of stuff that needs to get done and I'm really, really exhausted. It feels like every time I turn around there is something more to do, either thesis related, or life stuff. I'm done working for the ninja-holidays, but there is still the bar, which is about to get busy with beer gardens.
And then there's the fact that I still haven't done anything for my birthday which I know is annoying my dear and wonderful friends. I'm getting tired of saying, and I imagine they are equally tired of hearing, that I just can't right now. I really don't know how people with kids get through this. Actually I do, because C is both a mom and a thesis-finisher, and it is driving her nuts. She hasn't worked full time for the last month, but I'm pretty sure the little ball of joy constitutes something similar. What's eating at me is that I'm going to remain uber busy right though Sept and have already missed one friend's visit, and won't be able to miss the next friend who is coming, and this friend isn't great at hearing she isn't the centre of the world. Which I don't mean in an unkind way, she'll just try to be helpful when I want to be alone. Which sounds very Drama Queen, but is so very true. I'm going to keep up these hours till I see what schedule S is on next week with the new job, but I can see it continuing for some while afterward, simply in order for me to get everything done without losing my head.
I did manage to find the energy to take a night out and went to see a glam metal cover band which made me very, very happy.
To celebrate S's new job, we've been twice to the movies this week. Really, I think it is more of 'thanks for putting up with how miserable I've been' as he doesn't like going. Saw the Dark Knight which was two films jammed together and would have been better with cleaner lines. Stuffing stories together doesn't make it more complex, just longer and more annoying. But it was lovely seeing Heath Ledger ACT. And then we went to Hancock which I both loved and hated. Superheroes, immortality and amnesia. What more could a girl ask for? Well, an end to racism and sexism would be nice. Once, there was a mixed race couple but never on screen, and then the black man gets punished and is left alone at the end of the movie, while the blonde girl gets to a) be with someone she loves b) doesn't face any shit for LYING, and c) isn't expected to help save the world. WTF? She has superpowers, is in fact stronger than Hancock but while he's off fighting crime she gets to hold hands, eat ice cream and gossip. Bite me.
On the other hand, I know why S likes going to the movies with me. I get wound up and ranty. huh. Off to re-read my very short conclusion.
