Tired. Really.

Boy, am I tired. I went to rehab this morning. Left the house at 7, only had to go 12 miles. Took me nearly 45 minutes. I did the treadmill, the bike, the pro bike (with the different settings to make it harder, like you were really going to ride a bike with your hands and feet pumping at the same time) and listened to a lecture on angioplasty that a sixth-grade schoolgirl could have sat in on and then answered the questions. There were actually patients in the class who did not know what the main purpose of an angioplasty was. Incredible, especially when you realize that most of them had been through one (or two). I am the youngest person in the 8am group. Funny thing is, three years ago I was the youngest person in the group.
Anyway, then I followed this morning's work with 12 hours of solid work at work. Tomorrow, I have to be up at 6am again, and do the rehab thing again, except that I have to go to work at 10am, so that I can be home by 9:30pm, so that I can go to bed, so that I can be up at 4:30am on Friday to be at work at 5:30am. This is going to be a long eight weeks of rehab.

But I've lost 17 pounds since the end of April.