When I wake up in the morning, and the alarm gives out a warning...

I woke my short, lazy, fat ass out of bed and made it to the gym circa 6:45 to start my Tough Mudder training....

I started out on the manliest of machines, the Elliptical. My motivation was quite low. I wanted to quit pretty much as soon as I started. I was hungry. I was thirsty. I was tired. I was sweating more than the fat man next to me. But, did I quit? Hell No! Why? No, not because I thought of the pain and the suffering that would be TM. No, I kept going because Saved by the Bell came on the tv. I was in heaven. No sound. But none needed as I have seen every episode on more than one occasion and can more or less understand the dialogue sans sound. Before i knew it two episodes of Saved by the Bell was over as well as my workout. Done and done.

I finished up the day biking out to Fitchburg to play some frisbee. Maybe overdid it a bit on the way out there as my legs were a bit tired for frisbee. Oh well. There is no crying in Tough Mudder.

All in all not a bad start. I am a bit tired today. And sore. But that is from the joker who laid out into my ribs and knee. And, no, I did not hit him upside the head with the frisbee...

It's all right 'cause I'm saved by the
It's all right 'cause I'm saved by the
It's all right 'cause I'm saved by the bell!