Day Twelve

See what happens when I’m tired.  So the first line of Christian’s message
yesterday was “I’m flying in on the 25th”. Wow, I am some kind of
special.  Once I established that I was
waiting for dinner that was two weeks away (and alerted @Keilshammer that I have
the scheduling issues) I got myself to bed toot suite (more or less). The
GoodLife hat-trick for week number two was going to happen come hell or high
water.

Waking up was not nearly as painful as I was expecting it to
be, although truth be told I really wanted to stay in bed.  That however was not in the cards and since
today was the first Keilhauer Chili Cook-off, I had a crock pot full of
goodness that had to get mobile. I was working with a new recipe that I came up
with yesterday and it was going into the world for its first tasting (and it
did really well, finishing second out of seven).

Chili in hand I was a little bit late setting off and my
total workout time ended up being a little bit shorter than the rest of the
week (logged in at 1 hour, 30 minutes). I cut some time from the cardio and
dedicated myself to keeping the strength portion at a solid length.  I should add that by the time I got to the
gym, I was sure that my legs wanted no part of any kind of workout (can you say
Jel-wait for it-lo).

Not sure the plan for tomorrow, but I will figure something
out.

Beez