The world passed me by for a bit.

Every so often I get reminded of the cost of my occupation. I love what I do for work. I enjoy my job and the folks I work with. However, I work nights and most other folks...don't.

My sleep schedule is erratic. I tend to get run down a lot more easily than I did when I didn't work nights. So I fight through what I can...with my body occasionally shutting down for all or part of a day. Some people fight through illness to burn out whatever ails 'em. I've tried that before, it tends to make me worse instead of better.

Yesterday was one of those days. Unfortunately it was a training day for me as well. Going to training represents a double challenge: not just the challenge of training but an extremely long drive there and back. Unfortunately I wasn't up for both, which leaves me a little depressed.

I'm back at my pushup routine, however. A set of 7, 90 seconds break. Another set of 7, then 90 seconds break. Then 5, break, then 4, break, then another try for my maximum. This time, I make it to 18 before my arms start shudder and give out. The victory feels diminished by my own frustration over my (lack of) output over the last couple of days, but at least, its another step forward.