I Fell Asleep on the Rug in the Middle of My Workout

Sunday resulted in a significantly more productive day, physically, than I expected. The Pub Crawl on Saturday night was a hit with a great posse. Due to a little thinking-ahead, I was able to get up in time to go climb. Unfortunately, the heat spoiled the plans to go to Carderock, and a few of us opted for bouldering at the gym instead.

I discovered a few new problems, and continued to bitch at the ones that I can't figure out. I'm working on a V2 and a V3 as obnoxious problems, and then there are two V1s that I ought to be able to do that just make me mad because they're overhanging and require more from my body than I know how to do. Patience. Ha...I've got to be the most impatient person out there. But persistence is supposed to be helpful too.

I came home to do my stretching and my crunches...butt clenches...etc...and I actually fell asleep on the rug. I was mostly done with the workout, but by the time I woke up, I had lost motivation to finish the workout.

My goal tonight is to be in bed at 10, read "Getting Stoned with Savages: A Trip Through the Islands of Fiji and Vanuatu," (which is by the same guy who wrote the "Sex Lives of Cannibals: Adrift in the Equatorial Pacific,") and be lights out by 10:30. I figure, this way I can be up before 7 to actually make my AM run worth running. By the way, I highly recommend "Sex Lives of Cannibals," ...it's hysterical and makes living a "regular" life a little frustrating at times. But, Maarten Troost is a fun writer.

Hopefully my yoga mat will come in tomorrow and I can stop using a towel on my rug as my yoga mat.

That is all for now.