The art of kicking one's own ass.

I am taking a week off this week. While I usually make a bigger deal of it here, this particular week off is the last Cheri and I will have together. I guess that's notable, but really, we've been together sixteen years now. I've lost a bit of perspective that I'm sure to get back when the child arrives.

Today I went to our gym for the first time in months and promptly lifted every weight I could find. (I really want to feel terrible tomorrow morning, but a good-terrible.) I hopped on a stationary bike, one connected to a special interactive video feature that simulates pumping up a hill. It really felt good. Despite how my muscles feel, I'm hoping to return tomorrow.