Derailed but Determined

Today was incredibly busy. 

I had a big 3 hour open spot in the middle of the day that I thought I'd go to the gym, and get it out of the way, but our products had other plans. 

That, and the training class needed some fake articles written to fill up a section page, because the trainees didn't do their homework like I asked them (jerks). So I wanted to build up that content. While I was waiting to hear from developers, chatting with our Tier 1 support person, getting alerts written and sent out to the clients, I stayed here. I didn't do a lot of extra steps like I sometimes do during the day. I will usually take the dogs out at 10, at noon, 2pm... and do circles around the house with them to build up extra steps. Not today.

Training went well, no complaints there, and tomorrow we have office "hour" for people to drop in and bring us questions. Usually, trainees do not come to the office hour so my buddy and I get to just quietly work or shoot the shit, or whatever. But I think we'll get attendees to this session. 

Geoff has class on Tuesdays and his professor opens the zoom at 6:30pm for the 7pm start. He likes to be there early, and participate in chit chat and kind of the social thing that you don't usually get with online classes. So he likes to have dinner done and dusted by 6 on Tuesdays, and I like to give him that.

I wanted to have dinner done and dusted for him when he walked in the door at 5:30 but because he bought super thin pork chops I knew it would only take 15 min. to make them. I was waiting to hear if we had an all clear on the situation with the product (and no, we didn't yet). So dinner was prepped and ready to cook, just wasn't yet cooking. 

Popped everything into the oven and had it ready by 6:10, so it worked out well in the end. 

But. Because of all of this nonsense, I didn't get to the gym at a good time like 5pm. I went after dinner around 7:30pm. 

Kind of a mistake.

The place was packed. I got a treadmill in an area of the gym I don't usually use, but it was the only one free. It felt like it had a loose rubber track thingie, and the heart monitor didn't work (I always like to see what my pulse is). But I was there. Let's get'r done. 

I put on my playlist, the guy next to me had an external speaker with him and the guy on the other side was on the phone. I turned it up louder. 

One of the best parts was The Killers' Mr. Brightside is on the playlist. I'm able to run for that entire song (go me) and it is a 14.30 min. pace, which isn't race pace, but hell, my regular walking pace is 20-21 min for an hour. 

Kick ass. This song fucking slams. And this is a luscious video. Hot Fuss is one of the greatest albums ever. Fight me on it. 

Anyway.

Spent the full half hour that I intended, thought about going longer but the crowdedness of the place made me want to just go. 

I need to go back to the circuit room, sometime. I hate going in there if other people are there just sitting on the machines playing with their phones. So I haven't used it recently. 

I got home and knew Dahlia needed to take a poop stroll, and I was still 1200 steps shy of 10k, so. I grabbed her, and we went up the street. Some days she takes a mile plus to poo, other days, 4 doors up the road. Today was 4 doors. So I got her back to the house, thinking I'd also take Toffee but she was non-compliant and would not come to me to get her harness on, so fuck it, I'm not going to fight with you to get you to get dressed, dummy.

I was still some 1300+ steps shy of the 10k goal, so I took ME for another walk, not to poop but to achieve. And we achieved. 

The rest of the night was hockey. All hockey. Hockey, hockey, hockey. I love playoff hockey. There is no better sportsing. 

No picture today ... digits below! 

digits

exercise: 12/12 hours.  2 walks. Treadmill walk/jog, 30 min/1.56 miles; dog walk, 11 min/.65 miles (dahlia pooped fast!). 10k+ steps by bedtime

blood glucose:

9am: 124
4:30pm: 105
11:15pm: 111 (thanks, pierogis)

food:
coffee/water
9am: phentermine
10:30am: met+glip
12:45pm: blt salad (with some cucumbers!) 
5pm: met+glip
6pm: 2 thin porkchops, several pierogis 
9pm: 2 sad pierogis in the pot that no one else ate
vodka and diet tonic
10pm: jardiance