Hit & Run

My legs hurt. I stepped up my workout this weekend by increasing my jogging lap to 125 running steps/75 walking steps, plus I added another lap of power walking. So I'm up to a solid mile of aerobic exercise in addition to my warm-up & cool-down laps. Go me. But ow.

I'm committing myself RIGHT NOW to going to the community gym once the weather turns intolerably cold so I can keep this up throughout the winter. We're talking three hours at the gym a week, two of them on weekends. It's doable. And I'm not going to let myself convince me otherwise.

Speaking of committing myself, I bought myself a bit. Or a "night guard," as it says on the box. I thought the teeth grinding and jaw clenching would stop once the wedding stress was over and done with, but it hasn't. I'm sure I still grind them in my sleep, as the regular morning soreness in my jaw can attest, but I'm also really bad about grinding them while I work. And my jaw has been popping lately, which is both painful and usually a precursor to it coming disjointed entirely. So, bit. Every time I put it in I think of Quentin Tarantino in From Dusk Til Dawn, but so far it hasn't turned me into a nerdy psychopathic pervert. Well, the psycho pervert part, anyway. The nerdy part, I'm not so sure of. But I was already pretty well there before the bit.

Nosir, I don't like it. The new blog design, that is. I DO, however, like the new Blogger Beta, which makes redesigning so simple that my 3yo nephew could design a blog with these tools, so it shouldn't take me too long to come up with something better.

No, Jean, you may not use the new Blogger toys as an excuse not to write first. Hop to it.