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Captain's Log. August 10th.

Third day at the gym. I'm pretty sure there's not a visible difference in my appearance yet, but I like to pretend there is. I feel better, I think. I'm tired more. I'm not doing much gaming. I work, exercise, get hungry a lot, and sleep. My coworker needs to come back from vacation so I don't have to do her work anymore. Then maybe I won't feel like a machine.

I'm also blame-shifting because i've been reading and shoe shopping more than gaming though. It's true. It's my own fault I don't have time. But look at my new shoes!



I got them tonight. They have space invaders on them. If you don't know what space invaders is, please do me a favor and stop breathing. Just kidding... maybe. These shoes have been my unicorn for the last few weeks. I saw them randomly on the internet and decided I must have them, but easier said than done. The first store didn't have my size (the smallest they had was 8 and I'm pretty sure those could have fit my whole family comfortably). The second I called said they didn't carry them. The third told me they were busy and would have to call me back.

The last few days I've been conspiring to leave work to go get them. Nevermind getting them home on a motorcycle. Monday my dad came in town. Tuesday I exercised. Wednesday I had to leave early. Today I had to go to the gym again (my will is made out of adamantium!) I planned to go a little early and make a side trip afterwards. I misread the address and went the wrong direction. Then it was too late. I had to hurry back to work to get let in by a coworker before they left because I'd forgotten my own keycard and had no other way to retrieve my helmet.

I made a last-ditch effort and called the store that had told me they didn't carry them. Whoever I talked to that first time was a bitch because this time they informed me that yes they did have them and yes they were in my size.

I stopped on the way home. Then they were on sale. The assistants had trouble understanding that I didn't want the box. It wouldn't fit on my ride. I just took the shoes and the receipt. Maybe they can use it for a diorama.

So ends the epic saga of the space invaders sneakers. I might not have wanted them with such fervor if they hadn't been so difficult to obtain. Is this why guys always go for the girls who play hard to get? I'm there guys. But for shoes, not boobies.

Exercise details:
ran for 21 minutes (well, ran 19, walked the first and last minute). I bumped my speed from 5.0 to 5.1. I'm daring!
6 minutes on the rowing machine. I must have done about 150 strokes
30 back lifts with a 5lb weight
30 side lifts, each side
150 crunches - 50 normal (easy day because my muscles are sooooore), 50 each side.

I felt like I was missing something, but I'm not. I need to find something to work between my shoulderblades better than rowing. I'm doing it wrong. I have to be. My arms get sore but my back doesn't get nearly as much work as the diagram indicates it should.

Big day tomorrow. Newspaper interview AND it's Friday! Fridays I treat myself to a divine raspberry mocha at the Border's near my work. I love it when they put whipped cream, raspberry sauce, and a chocolate stick on top. My little reward for surviving the week.