made of ashes

Half way through the 90 minute test and the coffee had caught up with me. Five more essays to write and all I could think about is how badly I had to go to the bathroom. I asked to leave, I was denied. I didn't finish in the given amount of time but neither did most of the class. Looking back I wonder what the professor would have done if I would have just sat there and pissed myself.

A couple nights before my exams I went out to the bars with a couple of friends, one of which being my manager. I hadn't intended on drinking a lot so I went with the top shelf vodkas for the most part. Not a lot turned into too much before I knew it. By then end of the night I had burned a large hole in my wallet; figuratively speaking. It all paid off in the morning when I found out that high-end liquor doesn't cause hangovers, in fact I felt great in the morning.

For the past several weeks I've been in pain, but a good pain. I've started working out regularly with a friend of mine. We go to the fitness center 5-6 times a weeks for an hour each time. The first week killed me. Unlike my previous attempts to work out where little progress was made I can actually see and feel the effects this time. The friend who I work out with is a former college football player who knows the proper way to do all the exercises and also pushes me to go beyond my own limits. We rotate between upper and lower body workouts every other day. There were days I felt like walking across the room would kill me.