Jim, this is your little note ~~>I can't say that we ripped our clothes forcefully from our respective bodies and engaged in passionately wild sex, but I can say that we all managed to sweat a great deal. There's just something about rowing, cycling, lifting weights, and boxing that makes me sweat like the proverbial pig.<~~ Jim, you're little note ends there. Yes, I know. I'm as helpful as can be!
Fortunately, I've decided to embrace my role as just one of the guys, with the exception of the "boy stank". I've taken to cleaning the gym and using an insane amount of Fabreeze. Oh, yeah. I also refuse to leave my gym clothing in the gym so that I can use them however many days consecutively without washing those bad boys. That, you see, would contribute to the "boy stank" and I simply cannot have that happenin'.
I've made several changes in my exercise routine and it's affecting various other aspects. I'm wanting to condition my muscles and whatnot, but because I've added so much extra cardio with the boxing, I've lost a little over five pounds this week alone. Not the most desirable result, mind you. Clothes just don't fit properly when that kind of stuff happens. I'm much too lazy these days to actually put forth the effort to take my measurements, convert those to sizes, and purchase new clothes. I'll just have to go about with clothes which are somewhat, um, loose on me.
On a positive note, Chuck Norris fears my bottom. He happened along yesterday, glanced at my glutes, did a double take, and ran away in fear. He knew, instinctively, that my glutes would kill his roundhouse kick! Yeah, my glutes are just that hardcore!
My appetite is waning. I feel like I'm starving in the mornings after my exercise, for which I am easily able to account, but I really don't feel hunger in the evening. I have to remind myself to eat. I meant to eat tonight, but when I was cooking, I realized that I simply could not force myself to eat something which smelled quite that horrid. I don't know if I'm sick, but food has smelled bad all day today. I'm guessing I'm just sick to my stomach or something.
Moving on. I ran my EMS ragged today. I can't tell you how many runs I sent my units on, but let me assure you that it was more than a few. I ended up having some calls which were holding to the lack of an available unit.
It wasn't too bad today, though. Only two dead bodies. The dead bodies are easy to handle. It's the live ones left behind who require the kid gloves. How do you explain to a lady that she's now a widow because her husband was so drunk that he drove off the road, hit a bump, fell over and rolled onto the floorboard of his truck, and died because he was so inebriated that he couldn't right himself and clear his airway? How do you explain that alcohol was still gushing out of his nostrils because he had consumed just that much alcohol? The simple truth is that you can't. Sure, you can tell her that she's a window and that her husband asphyxiated due to the large amount of alcohol his body was currently expelling, but you can't make her understand. You can't stop the wailing that pierces the silence. The splash of her tears on her cheeks sounds like the pounding of thousands of gallons of water as it roars to the rocks below.
Yeah. Dead people are easy.
