Murderous Thighs

Slept too long last night/this morning, so I ended up being awake through most of dialysis. Much suckage. I kept myself entertained by cycling through 3 different audiobooks. This, in concert with the fact that I had actually taken 2 mg of ativan made my brain a little soupy. Awake, but soupy.

Marissa was napping when I got home and I resolved to nap as well, for however long I could since sleep was out of the question this morning. It ended up being a very short nap, and the wife and I killed the rest of the afternoon/evening watching the cinematic masterpiece,  Tremors 2.

Once Marissa went to bed, I had to decide what to do with the rest of my evening, so I decided to do some DDPYoga. Today was a scheduled day off, so I had carte blanche as to what set to do. I looked around a bit and found one called "Low Blow, Easy Flow" which is described as a workout that is supposed to come between Stand Strong and Beginner. Well, since that's exactly where I'm at, I decided to give it a try.

Wow... that was a lot tougher than I thought it was going to be. I feel like my legs have been beaten with a meat tenderizer that size of a bowling ball. So. Many. Squats!  About half way through the workout, my quads started talking to one another. It went a little like this.

Left Quad: Hey Buddy?
Right Quad: *grunting* what???
LQ: Open your mind real wide for a minute. What if we killed DDP?
RQ: Wouldn't do any good. This app has enough recorded workouts to last Jack the rest of his life.
LQ: Ok. Well, what if we kill Jack?
RQ: We need him. His heart supplies us.
LQ: Fuck! Well, what can we do?
RQ: SUCK IT UP, CUPCAKE!!!

I made it through. I couldn't do ALL the Catchers, but then, my legs have always been my weak spot. I cannot do it today. Tomorrow, that's another story. Given time I will own this.