We’re officially halfway through Insanity. This recovery week couldn’t have been more well timed, given that I’m traveling Thursday-Sunday. I managed to lose 9 pounds in the first leg, coming in at 153 pounds on Saturday morning, after a long basketball session on Friday night.
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I put off yesterday’s workout as long as I possibly could when I got home, waiting for it to cool down a little, since I have to do these outside on my deck. Got to be about 30 minutes past my planned start, and I had a little internal dialogue with myself about decisions, and being fat forever, and no one loving me.
Finally forced myself up and at it at 6:50, so I could be ready for Heat/Pacers. About 10 minutes in, I got the rush, for the first time in a a couple of weeks. It was my best workout in over a week and a half, but also one of the toughest. I’m transitioning from the point of doing this because I hate my body, to doing it because I like my body. Pretty distinct difference.
I say like, because love is a strong word at this point. I’m definitely interested in getting to know it, and maybe taking it out for a nice seafood dinner. I could see this working out long term, but it’s been known to get strung out on chicken, Big Macs and tubs of Crisco. Just can’t commit to it just yet.
I went as far as putting in some extra work when I finished, which was definitely a first. I’m normally totally drained when I’m finished.
Four more workouts between me and the half-way mark. I’m guessing I’ll be around 10 pounds down, and a heck of a lot leaner.
Onward to today’s moron of the day: Meet Charles Worley.
I was actually down in Chuck’s area of the world last weekend, which is kind of scary, but a good reminder that our educated centers of population don’t make up the majority of our fine state.
Charles cannot properly pronounce the word ‘against.’ Charles also has a plan.
“I figured a way out, a way to get rid of all the lesbians and queers but I couldn’t get it pass the Congress – build a great big large fence, 50 or a hundred mile long. Put all the lesbians in there, fly over and drop some food. Do the same thing with the queers and the homosexuals. And have that fence electrified so they can’t get out.
Holy shit, Chuck! You must be some kind of goddamn genius! Check out the blueprints for this thing.
If I understand it correctly, Charles is going to lure the entire population of America to stand behind the Gay Fences. Presumably, he’ll lure folks behind the fence with Lilith Fair, Glee DVD box sets and cat playdate meetups. A discount bin of neon V-necks might also get the job done.
Queers over in Missouri, homosexuals down in Alabama (the gayest part of America!), and lesbians right here in beautiful North Carolina.
Charles isn’t like the rest though, you guys. He doesn’t want to kill the gays. He just wants them to die off because they can’t procreate! This will surely solve the problem, because only gay couples could have gay babies. (Wait, I thought homosexuality wasn’t genetic, and that it was a choice?)
To be honest Charles, in regard to your plan, I’m agen’t it. Us logically normal straight folks don’t like you wasting our valuable tax dollars.
You also fail to account for the fact that the lesbians/queers/homosexuals aren’t as dumb as the people in your church, and might consider, uh, walking around the fucking fence.
Last night’s workout was my worst one yet, by a mile. I busted my ass on Monday night trying to set the bar. I barely made it through, and had to take a couple of extended breaks due to a mixture of ridiculously sore knees, and indigestion.
I think I might have overdone lunch with tomato soup and a pickle with my sandwich. My digestive system is so fragile from the amount of trash that I’ve put into it, that either of those can set off a pretty painful struggle.
My knees are also extremely sore on the lower insides. My hope is to slide Friday’s workout up in place of recovery day, so I only officially skip one, but we’ll see. An extra day or two might benefit me, because my right knee hasn’t been in this much pain since the first few weeks back to activity after my surgery when I was 16.
There comes a time when you’re tough for battling through, and then there’s a time when you’re dumb, and only causing yourself a serious problem later. I might be teetering on the brink of that.
I’d like to introduce a new feature here at BWNSanity. Henceforth on Tuesday, I’ll be entertaining you with haikus. Haikus are probably my favorite form of literary genius.
Here are this week’s selections, inspired by various events, suggestions from friends, and the like:
Insanity is great fun!
Today’s workout was the fit test, which marks the start of the third week of this hell. It was tough, because Saturday’s basketball extravaganza was tougher on my knees than I thought, and I went kayaking for about an hour yesterday.
Here’s where we stand today, two weeks after the first fit test. I’d imagine I’m around 6’ish pounds down at this point.

Just finished week two. Kind of.
I skipped my Insanity workout for today, and opted to play basketball for an hour and a half instead. I’m about 100% more tired than I’ve been after an Insanity workout in the past few days.
The best thing that can be said about yesterday’s edition of Pure Cardio is that I got through it.
The weather was a blah mix of cold, rain and wind that looked like November. (I don’t know exactly when I started associating awfulness with November, but it’s about as bad as you can get on the BWN scale, other than Jimmy John’s.)
In keeping with the theme of what happened in North Carolina on Tuesday, I screwed up. Misplayed my schedule and had to skip a workout for the first time. Whoops.
I had planned to workout after work, then drive to Chapel Hill for baseball. Instead, I got caught up doing something here, and went straight to baseball. 14 pitchers later, the game ended at 10p, and I walked in the door at 10:45. And we lost the damn baseball game. And then I subjected myself to morons waxing poetic about the ‘sanctity of marriage.’
I’m typically all for a late workout, but finishing somewhere around 11:30, wallowing on the floor in my sweat, showering and such wouldn’t have worked out.
Luckily, I can remedy this by doing pure cardio today, and plyometric cardio circuit tomorrow instead of the yoga/recovery day. It didn’t do all that much for me last week, anyway.
On the plus side, I stayed on the positive side of my diet number yesterday and didn’t feel like self-harm this morning. Thanks to exciting and delicious lunches as pictured below, it’s actually hard to go over my number. I’m overcome with joy every time I get to eat them.

Back on the horse at 6p sharp this evening. And I must say it is encouraging to know that at least 8 people are reading along out there, so I appreciate it.
Despite the loss, it’s also encouraging to know that everyone that I associate with voted against yesterday, and further proof that y’all are mostly pretty cool.
As I previously mentioned here, I had intended to go to Wilmington for baseball this weekend. That didn’t quite happen, but I did make it down on Saturday post-workout, once released from all responsibility.
Visiting Wilmington can be somewhat challenging, due to the allure of the 783 bars in town. We often end up at an awful bar between a women’s fitness studio and a furniture store, in the heart of suburbia. You’re more likely to find a bar in Wilmington than someone who graduated from UNCW in four years.