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I should be sleeping like a log

I am definitely feeling my lack of sleep last night. I haven’t figured out how to adjust from weekend schedule to boot camp schedule yet at all.  The easy solution, of course, would be to not get things so out of whack on the weekends, but then I’d also like a trillion million dollars (I still haven’t received that check).

My trip to San Antonio was…well, it just was.  The training was really good, if not a bit slow paced in parts, but I definitely learned a lot. The location of the training however, sucked massive donkey balls and I’d rather eat my eyes out than go back to that part of San Antonio ever again.

I’m not much of a fan of the city to begin with. It’s not attractive, and besides the Riverwalk, I don’t find it very interesting. And I’ve been to the Riverwalk a lot, so that’s not even that cool anymore.  But this training wasn’t anywhere near there anyway. Rather, it was in north San Antonio (right off loop 1604 and hwy 281, if you know the area), and by gods that place is just a big freeway surrounded by the world’s largest Walmart parking lot.

Who designed that area, really? Or did it just expand too quickly and new businesses just kind of pooped themselves anywhere they could fit?

The access roads to the highway are frightening, and good luck ever getting in without cutting someone off who’s going 70mph down them. And if you avoid the access roads, you’re stuck in this maze of a parking lot–I can’t even call them roads, though I guess technically they are. There’s just not much sense of direction–they just twirl around commercial buildings.

Luckily, the training center was within walking distance. And also luckily, I did not get run over by some shit fuck going 80 in the parking-lot-roads.

My mom told me I’m just spoiled by College Station, and she’d be right. Which is frightening in its own right really, that I’ve adjusted so much to the ass-clowns driving around here that I find it worse elsewhere.  Everyone here is just slow-paced. Often, rather addle-brained, honestly. But I’m finding I do prefer it to the sheer lunacy I find in Houston or San Antonio.

In other news my knees hurt.  Boot camp went well this morning, despite my taking a week off for this trip (and no, I didn’t exercise while I was gone–shocker). But I wasn’t in the dead-last back of the pack the whole time (haha), and managed to not vomit up last night’s dinner all over the place.  The only place I’m sore so far is my knees. I must have put too much pressure on them at some point, but I didn’t notice it at the time.  My blood sugar wasn’t nutty this time. Started at 84 and was exactly 100 when I got home. So it’s still rising a little, but not a nasty 50+ like the first week.

I actually read in the diabetes LJ community that a “hard” workout can often raise a diabetic’s BG, where as a “medium” workout might not.  This is just some random person saying this, so who knows if there’s any truth to it. But they mentioned that it might raise temporarily and then drop back down shortly after, which does hold true to my situation that first week. Meh, something to ask my doc next time I go, I suppose.

At the end of the workout today, we did a bit more stretching than in the past, and as we straddled our legs, I realized just how ridiculous I’ve become. There was a time when I could straddle my legs all the way out and lay my chest on the ground. These days I can’t hardly reach my toes. I miss that flexibility, and I was never a naturally flexible person to begin with. That’s one of those things I probably won’t ever get back though. Too old. But hopefully, one day, some of it will come back. Maybe even enough that I could take dance classes again.  If nothing else, starting to exercise has made me wish more than ever that I never stopped that activity which dominated near 20 years of my life.