Yesterday was the 4:th day of my oh-my-god-I’m-so-fat-I-have-to-start-working-out-period and on the 4:th day I rested. It felt good to rest since my legs were shot after work. It felt so good that I decided that that what the way things would run. Three days of training, one day of rest and so on.

Today it was, subsequently, back to track day (but no, I did not run, the tread mill still smells like burnt plastic). I took a bike ride on the exercise bike. Hard work! 

Speaking of work: I am done for the summer! No more! Just free time up until school starts on September 1:st. Guess who’s as happy as a really happy person?

The only thing I have to do now is to get my sleeping hours and awake hours in order. Working nights really fucks that up, even if it this time was just was for two nights.

I know I’ve said this before but I really cant believe that I did this for a living, and not only that, I was the most avid defender of working nights, calling day workers sissies not coping with some real work. What an idiot asshole I was. Working nights sux major. I never ever want to go back to doing that. Some people cut it some don’t, while I was working I thought I did but it now turns out that is was just ignorance on my part.

Viva la Day!