When Did I Get This Old?

Welcome back, fellow travelers.  It has been awhile, yes, I know.  Let the flogging commence.  I have good reason...really....I promise.  So last week we were rockin along and everything was nice and well and good.  I blogged on Thursday and then went to work like a good little peon on Friday.  It was about 2:30pm when Mr. Chad called to inform me we were going to be going to Las Vegas.  I mean, naturally I said yes. Why wouldn't I? Who doesn't love Vegas.  Herein lies the problem: We drove to Vegas on Friday night, only we didn't go to Vegas. I was hoodwinked, bamboozled, tricked! We stopped in Primm, which for those of you who do not know how to work google maps, Primm is just across the state line from California - a solid 40 miles from Vegas.  I still had a blast. Actually it was friggin awesome.  But that meant that I didn't run on Friday. Then if you go that far, you can't just stay for a night, so that meant Saturday was shot too.  So I figured, we will most definitely get back in time on Sunday for a good, healthy run on Sunday.  Boy, I am learning that I really don't know how to make it happen. We decided to beat traffic and headed back to Bako at about 3:30am on Saturday night. I drove, because I am clearly a fool.  So we got back at about 7am. I was too pooped to peep - yes, I said that get over it. I slept until about 3:30pm and my world was so screwed up. It was probably the stupidest thing I could have done. I woke up completely lethargic and unable to get straight. So once again I was headed down the slippery slope of the rest of the New Year's Resolution people who stop going to the gym at precisely the same time.  But I thought, Monday brings a new week. Yeah, it does, but this is where the profound epiphany hit me so hard in the face I almost swallowed my own tongue.  I am old. So So So old. That weekend of staying up almost all night and then all night ruined my internal clock. Monday night there was no way I was going to make it anywhere. I couldn't even make it through a full day of work (thank God it was my fractional, hourly day and I can do whatever I want). Took some relaxer meds and slept like a little baby - oh if I only had the energy of a small child. Tuesday wasn't going to happen either, as I was recovering from Monday's relaxer fiasco.  Last night was devoted to friends and it worked like a charm.  But alas, it was time tonight to get up off my ever increasingly large ass and work out....

Let me tell you one thing off the bat. I HATE when people get too close to me. I have a rather large personal bubble and the quickest way to alienate, offend, and generally piss me off, is to enter my bubble. Prime example: the bathroom.  Don't EVER use the urinal next to me. Its reprehensive and a belligerent slap in my face.  The same can be said of the gym.  When there are a grip of treadmills in the gym, most of which are not currently being used and I have deliberately chosen the one closest to a wall - clearly in an attempt to avoid as much invasion of aforementioned personal space - do not grow a big pair of steel balls and hop on the treadmill right next to me.  And if, for some reason, like the end of the world is upon us, you have to get on that treadmill, do not insult me by attempting to be "friends" when I am trying to focus on not keeling over and dying on the treadmill.  We are not friends, and we should not speak.  You may wonder if someone is using the machine, because there is a set of keys in the bottle holder, but unless I stop what I am doing and bitch slap you upside your head and tell you to leave because its in use, its safe to assume that its not in use, to my awareness.  I am not one to go out of my way to "save" a machine for a total stranger, thats not my thing. Its not how I roll. It all goes back to that personal space thing. I am very content with having everyone else assume that machine is taken. So back it up off of me! And if you have survived the initial gauntlet - which apparently happened tonight - do not feel like we are intimate enough to share our progress with one another. Eyes forward! Its none of your beeswax, Ramona - and yes, I said that too. 

Apparently, thats the cranky old man coming out in me, but I need what I need and I want what I want, and quite frankly, if someone is going to have their heels in my neck to get on the treadmill, it needs to be the perfect environment.  Yeah, I am sure some of you will tell me to suck it up, to go with the flow, blah, blah, buy your own treadmill at home, blah, blah.  NO! Ain't gonna happen. Those treadmills they attmept to trick you into wasting your money on down at Sports Authority are not of the same caliber as those at your local gym. So I will not lower my standards. But thanks for asking.

I did not weigh in this week, because lets be honest, I was in Vegas, where free adult beverages flow like water and there isn't a healthy piece of food anywhere. That was doing nothing good for the scale. So I will give it a break, and dust it off next week for y'all.  For those of you interested in following my Nike+ stuff, here it is: http://go.nike.com/8fkfsko

Off to scratch myself and take my nighttime pills...

Dr. Travis