Yikes!

Two whole weekdays without talking to you stalker friends! You've been waiting on pins and needles for me haven't you? (I'll try not to delude myself into thinking your worlds revolve around my little postings. Secretly, I know they do, it's okay, we'll keep it a secret.)
So, we have whole family on programness this week. Well, sort of, as on plan as a few of my family members can get. Drew is wrestling at State Junior High this weekend. He informed me of this on Saturday. Registration was due, on line, on Sunday. In our hungover haze, we donned our sexiest sweatpants and headed into FS (no internet at home, spoiled with unlimited high speed access at the office, can't bring myself to pay for it at home) we signed him up. Longest, most detailed registration form, I have seen and it cost $39. (Hopefully, there is a t-shirt that comes with it and it better be one fucking fantastic t-shirt) Anywho...the weight classes were divided into five pound increments, until the 130 mark, then it jumps to 10 pound. So we called Drew to ask what he weighed, he said, 133, so we registered him at 130. The common sense in me figured, anyone under 135 wrestled 130, anyone over wrestled 140. I had the opportunity to read the fine print on Monday. If you are even a 10th of a pound over, you wrestle up in the next weight bracket AND they assess you a $20 penalty. SOOOO, we are cutting weight. I figured 3 pounds, no biggie. Drew got home from his weekend with my folks at the Beef Expo (which means loads of junk food) he stepped on the scale weighing 137. He's down to 132.6 today. We're doing 2 a day work outs, plus practices and we've cut out all carbs for him, which means no carbs for Dan or Jaci either. (other than the cookies I baked for him for valentines day, which he has kept out of eyesight/reach of the kids)
The two a day work outs consist of me getting up at 6 hitting the elliptical, waking him up when my 1/2 hr is done and then he goes for a half hr, twice a day, plus, he runs from the high school to my office after school. Plus, jump roping, etc.
Monday night, upon discovering his 137 pounds, he went down and hopped on the elliptical for a half an hour. I woke up Tuesday morning to do my little work out. I thought I was going to die. I knew the tequila and I had been a little too friendly Saturday night. And the two cigarettes (yeah, yeah, yeah, I KNOW, save it) I shared with Squeaky Pete were not smart, but certainly, I haven't fallen THIS far out of shape in a matter of 4 or 5 days. I shit you not, I made it 16 minutes. (granted I did do 3 1/2 minutes of it at 19 mph) I literally fell off the elliptical in a huffing and puffing, dizzy heap and have never been so grateful for the cold concrete floors in the mancave. Struggling to walk and speak, I woke the kids up so Drew could do his work out.
Amazingly, I repeated the effort this morning. Again, made it only 15 minutes. (I did look and I was averaging between 12 and 18 mph) So, at a bare minimum, I went a mile and a half.) I then got out my resistance bands and did some work with those. FINALLY, it dawned on me...Drew cranks up the resistance on the elliptical, to, like, maximum levels. Why did I not think to look at that sooner? Oh well, the good news, and of course, I realize that mileage on an elliptical is different than mileage jogging on a road course: even at warm up and cool down stage, I am doing 12 miles per hour. That means, a 10 minute mile is certainly not out of reach if I take my training seriously. (At least I think...I'm not a numbers person here, hence the non-number career path.)
Anyway...that's the shiznit for now....but for shit's sake, would someone remind me to turn the resistance down tomorrow morning! :)