Patience; the new endurance sport.

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.