Patience; the new endurance sport.

I had such an upsetting series of time-wasting conference calls today I was awake until 4:00 a.m. fretting and sending out venomous emails through the night. (One of the downsides of having too much energy for work vs.using it all up running). I'm losing what I'd like to think was 'my edge' for getting things done efficiently, and instead am turning into the 'crazy lady out in Utah' everyone in the whole country avoids talking if they want their jobs to be easier. That in and of itself is it's own kind of technique for getting left alone.  I't just, being crazy, is just not as cool and edgy as being the young, sharp witted, smart business woman I once was (or fancied I was). So, I ran on the treadmill and watched episode after episode of Mad Men and Arrested Development at full volume late into the night.  AD episode 43 is hands down the best one they ever wrote.  It features Scott Baio as the Bluth family lawyer Bob Loblaw.

I had a tough time getting my work out done.  Had to do two radio things that wreaked havoc on my a.m. then in the afternoon when I'd settled onto the treadmill, my darling daughter reminded me of some YW program she was in where she had to give a speech about discipline and endurance.  So, I willed myself off the treadmill until later...only to finish my puny miles off with a few wimpy push ups.

Vengence is mine today! Ha!  Blood sugar back in the 70's!  Take that pancreas!  I am going to keep eating Halloween candy.   This is proof that it's good for me for breakfast!  I had a great, relaxing work out and did all muscle groups, all the circuits, and sweat up a storm.  Seeing my blood sugar that high made me make believe I had a lot of energy.  It did feel pretty good.  

Ellpitical 8:50 ap.  I have been feeling so good since I started eating candy bars.

Treadmill run!  This is the first time in a long time I've been able to RUN.  I'm pounding out 8:50's and 9:00's and it feels like it's supposed to feel.  The hip still gets a little sore after, but I think it's on the mend.  Talked to Cath about UVM.  I think I'm in for it.  She's doing the slam again.  I think I've learned my lesson.

Did what I could today, but gotta get out the door.  

Man, I am bad at blogging and the traveling isn't helping.  I've been doing cross fit during the week and it's crazy hard.  It makes my arms not work for a few days sometimes.

It's official.  I should have signed up before Halloween for the discount, but I still wasn't sure I could do it.  UVM is the goal.  I'm going to have to start at 0.  

Ok, no news was not good news. I was all proud when I found out I could get my blood sugar up to 80 by eating candy.  But that apparently is not what is supposed to happen.  Your blood sugar should be in the 100's after eating candy.  So now we're back to the endocrinologist and insulin emitting tumors and more CT scans and Ultrasounds.  This is why I would rather just die than go to the doctor.  They are idiots and they don't listen to what you've said, and they waste your whole day making you starve and pricking your veins, and they don't try to understand what the doctor before said or look at the tumors on your liver and pancreas that someone else has already seen and said were nothing.  So now, after the endocrinologist referred me to an internist.  The internist, after verifying through 6 daily blood draws from 3 weeks that my average blood sugar is in fact 68, is now sending me back to the endocrinologist by saying "We're missing something here, this isn't normal".  Well no s Sherlock, that's why I came here after I almost died running a marathon last summer.  I was doing so good since eating candy.  It makes me feel normal in my head, and gives me enough energy to work out and run better than I have in ages. This just sucks. 

My arms are sohohohoho sore.  I 've done 3 CF work outs and boxing this week on top of my cardio/running.  It feels amazing to imagine punching someone in the face.... again and again. Toward the end of a 3 minute round, the trainer was smirking as I finished.  I could tell he was laughing at my intensity as he held himself and his mitted hands steady for me to punch.  I had totally lost myself in the hitting.  He said that all women are the same. They come in all shy and worried they'll slip and accidentally punch the trainer.  But within 3 hits of each hand, their faces transform into sheer aggression.  Yep, loved punching.

Doing what I can to keep up a few minutes of cardio. Insanely busy week--the onset of basketball season has me by the throat. Also, my sister who I have been 'not been speaking to'since August is here for Thanksgiving. Man, I need a punching bag at home.