A Fool & His Money/Biddin' Fever
I'm just amazed. A while back I posted an entry about a muscle-bound guy who sells clothing on Ebay, and how some of the items he sells go for way more than they're worth. It's happening again and this time it's even more ridiculous. Not only would I never pay that much for that I wouldn't be caught dead in it. It's a little tacky.

Fascinating!
I'm interested to see how thing go this evening. This is the first time I have endeavoured to work out twice in one week in a long, long time. Things were kind of rough Tuesday night. I almost aborted the workout about 2/3's way through, before I got to arms.
Some folks advocate splitting up workouts into different sets of muscles on different days. I don't do that right now. I work everything on the same day. Someday I may start doing that if - IF - I get far enough along, and if I have the time.

Managed It
The workout was rough. Halfway through I felt like aborting. But somehow I made it.
And then last night, even though I was worn out, I had trouble sleeping. I kept having weird dreams that woke me up. The only one I can remember was about surviving some sort of disaster with a friend's mother. The woman kept complaining about everything. It was a nightmare.
And today I swam. Yes, the high today was forecast to be 39 or something, but I went and I swam ten laps. Indoors. I'm not in that polar bear club.
It feels really good to swim the day after working out. I've read about this - lifting builds up some kind of acid in your muscles which swimming flushes out. It's whatever causes soreness, I think. So the swimming removes the soreness of lifting.
Hey, look, I'd link to a website about this if I had time to. I've got work to do.

Lifting in the Dark
If I remember correctly, both last year and this year I picked up weight lifting (again) in the late spring or early summer, and then last year I kept doing it until some point in the fall. Then the pattern broke down and I quit.
It may have been the time change. When I get home from work and it's already dark I just feel like sitting down and having a beer. For some reason working out when it's dark outside seems really odd.
But as God is my witness I will do it tonight.
Over the past semester I've been working out on Monday evenings. This was partly based on the rationale that I'm still well-rested from the weekend, and partly because later in the week I usually had something to accomplish for my classes on Wednesday and Thursday nights.
Classes are over now - it's slowly sinking in. I will attempt - attempt, mind you - to work out twice a week until my classes start again. And swim laps twice a week.
Yeah, we'll see.
I haven't done real well with that quitting smoking business I mentioned a while back, but I've been eating so damn much I'm making gains anyway.

FINISHED
I just realised that taking my final exam Thursday night was the end of my semester. I have to remind myself - I've hardly had time to think about it. The exam was not what I expected. The mid-term had been more about facts. This final was more like connect the dots, draw big concepts together. I had studied facts and what I spend the most time studying wasn't even on the test. After the exam I rushed home to fix some dinner, and then I was so wound up I ended up staying up until 2 or 2:30 am. Then I had to rush to work (I was supposed to be here at 8 - I didn't make it). And then after work I threw some stuff in a suitcase and drove down to see Rob.
But it just hit me that I don't have any more reading or writing to do and I don't have to go to class this week.