Stoopid birthday fast approaching, a week from Friday.
What this means is that I'm making myself take the stairs (at work and at the studio). It means I'm going to walk home, catching the bus only if I'm running too late to get all my crap done at home before leaving for the show.
It means for SURE making it to the 8am class, despite probably getting in around 1am tonight.
It means I'm back to Googling carbs and chugging my water and actually really pushing myself in my workouts.
I'm not going to pull off any miracles in the next 9 days, but I refuse to assess excuses and regrets. "37" is going to be enough of a bummer as it is.
In other news, new show Friday nights. That brings us to 4 weekly, and 1 bi-weekly. 18 shows a month. No wonder I'm flippin exhausted.