Hey all, just checkin' in.
I didn't exercise on Friday. That morning I was given the opportunity to make a few involuntary snow angels. They had close the campus on Thursday, which allowed me to dig out my car during the day time and not during the dark times, but they reopened it on Friday. A colleague said, and I agreed, that they should have kept the campus closed. There was virtually no one there. The roads were slick and I wasn't wearing my ice cleats, you know...like an idiot. I fell three times just walking into a building. Normally, I could recover myself quickly, but I was carrying a backpack of tools, so when I slipped, it brought me right down on my back. The first time I tried to recover, I couldn't get my arm back far enough to catch myself because of the backpack, so my should jammed into my neck. The second time, nothing much. But the third time, I almost bit my tongue off. No blood, though, so all's good...but I can still feel where I bit down.
So, I just took it easy the rest of the day. Put some time in on a side project and called it a day. Today, I was consumed by my side project and almost didn't exercise. I eventually forced myself to do three of the five sets of Power Builder - Day 7. Those 3-count exercises really mess me up, especially ones that are hard to figure out where the 3-count goes. Lunges and I have a love/hate relationship...I love to hate them. I'm typing more than I usually do...I might be just a bit delirious, I guess. It's been a weird end to the week.