pump it

I made it to the gym two days in a row. I am proud of myself, darnit! Doing the work at the gym is somewhat an issue (I last about an hour before I get bored, yawn), but the bigger issue is getting myself there. I somehow rationalize why I do not need to go at the moment and find better things to do with my time... watch Mad Men... make a fruit smoothie... write love notes to my lover... organize my closet... pack for Ireland... AHhhhbviously these things are more important! ... or at least I somehow manage to convince myself so. When I have someone to hold me accountable and who I can also hold accountable (Thank you Franke) it makes it harder to make up excuses.  So, this is our new plan, to force each other to be more active.

What I need to realize is that my heart and body need to get this exercise, so I can live a long and healthy life. Remember this, Rachelle Mae!  (My mother calls me Rachelle Mae when I am in trouble, so I figured it should carry through when I yelled at myself in third person). Maybe if I had better workout music? (please entertain my excuses)  My ipod needs an update. My favorite work out song ever: Pump It by The Black Eyed Peas. I. Love. That. Song. Try working out to that song, I guarantee it will get you going.  Maybe I just need to be inspired.  I'll just keep working on it.

On a fun note... Thursday is here! I love Thursdays. I get paid every other Thursday at 2am (yay monies!), but more importantly, a bunch of my friends get together and drink a couple down while we moan and groan about how much we loathe working. For the record, I do not loathe working, but if I had to choose between not working and working, without having to worry about money, I would probably not work. I do, however, like to play the "I hate being an adult" game with my friends and partake in the moaning and groaning about work. If I won $300 million, however, I would not work... or maybe work one day a week to keep my sanity; I enjoy human interaction and the thrill of the job. Dream a little dream with me.

I will be sad when Thursday is over, because that means Friday will be here. Friday starts my epic saga of working. I will be working five 12hr shifts in a row. I have never worked more than three. I will be utterly exhausted, but the reward is worth the pain. I have to work five 12hr shifts in a row in order to go to Ireland. Bring it on.

This was a boring post.

I apologize, it is all what is on my mind at the moment.