Dream big, Juno.

The Noncommitment Girl post generated lots of buzz. Who knew. Really, I don't much care about being typecasted. It won't change me, which is probably both good and bad. Let's revisit the subject in 2012.

Moving on. I have been all kinds of sore this week. I blame Tuesday's pull-up/KB swing/sit-up/lunge extravaganza for initial onset. I blame Wednesday's OHS strength and conditioning for continuation of the suck.

So really I guess I blame Jeremy.

Oh well. 115 on a 1 rep max. I'll take it. I got to lift with a bunch of strong girls and I got to do my trademark move. I jerked 125lb from the back, got down into the OHS, and then fell over. The falling over is my trademark move. It's pretty hard to make it look so easy, but I've had years of practice.

But yes. My legs. Having run a few marathons in my day, I can say that this pain is comparable to the post-marathon DOMS. I actually took the elevator DOWN the stairs yesterday. It was embarrassing.

In more girly news, I got a haircut yesterday. I asked for the Kristan Clever but somehow ended up with a Miranda Oldroyd instead. I guess that's okay. Miranda is my girl crush after all. My hair actually looks amazing, which almost inspires me to style it more than one day a week. Whoa--dream big, Juno! The saddest part of the cute hair is the return of my grad school dark eye circles, since I've recently replaced sleep with caffeine. Those tend to ruin the effect.

You've probably seen how they are bringing Bambi back out on Blu-Ray and therefore airing commercials like mad. This is semi-meaningless to me, minus the fact that I keep spontaneously yelling out "Watch what I can do!" just like Thumper. Mostly in the hours when normal people are asleep, when I am studying, desperate, and need a pick-me-up.

So I'm pretty sure that is enough of a snapshot into my life for now.

Live to Fight Another Day

It's been a rough week. I'm physically and mentally wrecked. And the scary part? I'm just getting started. I feel an avalanche of work coming down on me, and my knees are ready to buckle. So I'm giving myself a pep talk. It's sort of working. I've discovered that the major difference between Undergrad Amber and Grad Amber is a sense of self-discipline. Working ahead of time? Unheard of circa 2005. Circa 2010, I know better. Look Ma, I'm growing up.

This week has been crazy in terms of workouts. I taught my ATTACK class on Monday morning, then subbed on Monday night. Then took RPM on Tuesday morning, followed up with a heavy Crossfit metcon that evening. The past three days I've done one Crossfit WOD a day. I bought a purple bandana last weekend, in honor of Miranda Oldroyd. She's the bada$$ in the pic to the left. Unfortunately, the bandana didn't give me any superpowers. But it did make me work a little harder, if only because I didn't want to bring a bad name to the blessed bandana.

This weekend is going to be devoted to writing my second lit review. Of course, I need to finish the actual book on which I'm writing this review. I'm halfway through, and I really needed to cover some ground tonight. But my eyes. They just won't stay open. And I swear to all that is holy, my bed is CALLING me. I can really hear it.

This is going to be difficult.

Moving on. Fruity Cheerios are the best Cheerios. They taste like Fruit Loops, and they are supposedly healthier, although, I still wouldn't tout them as a "health food." But I tried them last weekend, and I'm a fan. They might even beat Team Cheerios. Do they even make Team Cheerios anymore? Geez, I loved those back in the day. And why the heck doesn't blogger recognize "Cheerios" as an actual word? Haven't those little o's been around long enough to warrant dictionary recognition? Where is the justice?

I'm out, peeps.