I find the anticipation of legs day to be loathsome but once I'm into it I can't really figure out why. Well - I kind of can when I'm somewhere around lunge # 100. At that point I feel kind of like I'm in the last leg (pardon the pun) of child birth but I manage through it.

It is my challenge. I am trying to challenge myself daily- so that might mean being extra patient with a four year old who never seems to get enough food (right Kat?) or to get my tired butt to the gym when I'd rather watch Oprah or widdle wood.

Little victories people. Don't under estimate them...

So anyhoo - I finish my workout and this particular day I didn't find it as hard as I had anticipated.* It feels great. I'm on a high. So as I am arrogantly skipping out to my car and unlocking the door (with a great big triumph laced grin I might add) a bird pooped directly onto my shoulder. Ahhh, point taken. Triumphant grin wiped off my face and poop likewise off my shoulder - I hop into the car and laugh like hell.

I mean COME ON. Shit like this (again... heehee...sorry) only happens to a small number of people - on a regular basis. I'm one of them. Is it something to do with my ID/EGO -whatever- and the universe at large?

Just look for the message people; is it the world keeping you in check? Or... was it just a bird heeding the call of nature. Who knows?

*I may have thought that the workout was easy - but it is likely that tomorrow** - I won't be capable of getting down a flight of stairs without sitting. Maybe I'll ride in a laundry basket - like my god daughter... kind of looks like fun...

**Update - I wrote this a couple of days ago... legs are good but that only means that I have to up the weights next time...which takes me back to that anticipatory loathing...