Blech

What a shitty fucking workout this morning.

I felt like I was in a perpetual slow motion, like a dream sequence of Warning and Pujols running toward each for a tight embrace as soft music played. I couldn't get anything going.

Then on top of that my knee was hurting. I had been wearing one of the jumper's knee bands but it tore up pretty good a couple of weeks back during a football game and now it's hurting again. I guess I can surmise that the damn thing worked and it wasn't just an accessory.

Hopefully tomorrow will be better.

As an aside, I was going to do the Hydrostatic body fat test so I could get a good indicator 3 months down the road when they returned. But the fuckers would only take a check. I don't use checks, in fact don't have any. It's 2007, take a fucking credit card, a debit card or how about currency? Fuckers.