See, I have a new enemy. That enemy is "Circuits".
I decided to make a glorious return back to the gym last night, after about two weeks of very well thought out excuses. ("I'm just too tired." "Well, (insert random show that probably isn't even good this season) is on tonight, and I have to watch it live, since television is unfortunately a hobby."
My gym has a cute little area for Circuits, and I figured that it was kind of for the "gym member on the go." Since I never have any place to go after 5, I stuck with my typical routine. (The elliptical means that I can watch Jeopardy!) Greg, heroically, decided to try circuits once a few weeks back, and I laughed at him. I especially laughed at how worn out he was afterward, until - well - I tried it myself. I wanted to die.Before I go on - I should take this time to not be a jerk, and not only commend Greg on his ability to complete the circuit in one shot (I, personally, was hallucinating and seeing colors midway through) but wish him a happy birthday. He's 28 today. 28, and good at circuits. What a great combo! It's definitely a day to celebrate!
As I was saying - The circuits are ten machines. You get on a machine when the light on the wall turns green, then gather your belongings/wipe down your machine/socialize/complain when the light turns red. Then you get on the stepper for the next green light, feel like you're about to die until the light is red once more, and then get on the next numbered machine on your circuit. So pretty much, it's constant. And there is a lot of movement. And despite watching The Biggest Loser and seeing people who are much larger than myself push it to the limit for hours on end, I still felt I just couldn't do it. My legs turned intojell-o. The worst flavor.
The circuit, of course, came back to haunt me today. I feel beaten up. Everything on me hurts right now, except for my pride. Looks can be deceiving: The circuit training is not cute, no matter how much purple and yellow paint Planet Fitness surrounds the place with.

Tool Statement of the Day: Know what's awesome after the gym? Cucumber water. Oh my goodness. It's like... well, it's like drinking a cucumber. Yes.
Post-gym, I had some hand cramps as well, since I've been really busy playing Marvel vs. Capcom 3 on xBox. Honestly - my hands were aching last night, since supposedly I don't know how to properly deal with controllers. Like a champ, I played through the pain. Since Iron Man would have wanted it that way. (Sidenote: After xBox on Monday, parts of my right hand went numb. I figured I slept on it funny, which may be true - but the real cause was identified much later.) (Extra sidenote: I had to make sure I wrote out this paragraph to avoid any possible "That's What She Said"-esque statements.)
Iron Man is seriously on my Must-Have team of 3. The concept of the game is quite simple. Choose a team of 3 jerks, and have them fight 3 other jerks. It's kind of Street Fighter-esque, except they have an "easy" mode, and sometimes when you're playing, you have honestly no idea what's going on. I've actually graduated to "normal" level, since I'm obviously hand-crampingly awesome by this point. Besides Iron Man, I depend solely on X-23 (Wolverine's female "clone", who dresses way sluttier than Wolverine) and Dante. Dante's from something, I'm not sure, but I'm took lazy to look it up. Let's just say, he pretty much has 900000 moves of complete destruction. He's the power of this whole team.
Hours pass while playing this game. Like, I could take on a match at 9, and then what seems to be 15 minutes later is actually 2 hours later, and all of a sudden my eyes are burning.I guess to summarize this entry so far, "I Hurt! All the time!"
Since I'm bound to bore you all with a Survivor recap tonight, I'll end on this. As one of my Resolutions for this year was to catch up on all of the music from 2010, this .. well, this doesn't count, since this was released this January. Although I'm big into music, and haven't really been too into female vocalists since the Sarah McLachlan/Surfacing, Lisa Loeb/Tails, Fiona Apple/When The Pawn (and most of the first album, as well) era of my life, I really don't remember the last time I actually had an emotional reaction to a song.
Leigh told me about Adele prior, but while I kind of shrugged her off and continued watching Simpsons reruns every day, I couldn't ignore her e-mailed threat to my Dad and I to AT LEAST check out this song. So I bit, and went over to youtube. And I seriously haven't stopped listening to it since. For everyone who I've promised a mix CD to in the recent weeks, this song will definitely be on it. Ladies and Gentleman.. "Someone Like You" by Adele, from her most recent album, "21".

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You didn't tell me you figured out why your hands were numb!! Here I was left alone with my dirty thoughts...
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