looked to the sky

So, turns out when I go to the gym in the mornings, running first thing is contra-indicated. I need to warm up first before I try going flat out. I'll remember that for next time.

Still. Some messy running to start with. 12km in 32:40 on the exercise bike. Benchpress: 1x5 @50kg, 1x5 @65kg, 3x5 @60kg. Seated row: 3x12 @40kg. Bicep curl: 3x12 @16kg (8kg per arm). Back extensions: 3x10. Lateral raise: 3x12 @10kg (5kg per arm). 0.5 miles in 5:00, treadmill.

Mass: 101.6-102kg.

Afterwards, I was starving. I'm still hungry, in fact, despite a giant bowl of soup. But I should do a small bit of work before my Plato class - and before class I can have a snack.

Also, have an interesting link about Cesare Borgia and Machiavelli.

Stuff

Tonight I have a sniffle and sneezes and tenderness of the back-of-throat, and am womanfully hoping it doesn't develop into full-blown Autumn Cold. Which would be a damn shame, considering that the week's gone so well so far, and I'm still doing mental cartwheels of delight at my new workspace.

I did want to watch the second episode of Elementary tonight, but alas it was not to be: my laptop refuses to play with any good grace non-.avi video files, and I've given up trying in this case. But I watched two lovely episodes of Leverage which had nearly no Nate, and that made me happy. (Parker! Parker is magnifique.)

Concentration on fiction is presently out of the question: my brain's still not up for more challenging stories than the 45-minute television episode. On the other hand, I've been making progress through my giant standby nonfiction, a new history of the Thirty Years War (850 pages before notes), which I've been plugging away at since early this year. I hope to report completion by the end of the month.

*sneezes pathetically*

Going to lie down now and hope for health.