I'm Sore and I know it!

WOW. Just wow. I've worked out every day I've been here except Sunday and Thursday. Not just my normal 3 mile run either. A new Megan has formed who enjoys weight lifting!? WHAT, weight lifting? That weak thing? Oh yeah. Sure, I'm barely lifting much but at the end of the semester, I'm going to be great! I love it. Anyway, a little bit about my day....

I slept in till 10. No class on Friday? Ohhhh I'm going to love this! Cortney came over after work and we messed around for a bit...before he found a nice little spot on our couch and passed out. Whit and I did laundry for the first time....my little jar of quarters is a little lighter :-/ But it's a way nicer facility than the dorms so oh well.

After that, it was about 1...and I decided to make BANANA MUFFINS, my absolute favorite! I think my roommates love me too. They were just a tad bit undercooked so still gooey and chocolatey...ahh. But my muffins took me so long that I had to keep postponing my workout with Swanson. I finally left at 3:15 and headed to the Fieldhouse gym. Swanson and I just did our own thing but Charlotte Reininger happened to be there!!! She ran with me on the elliptical, which made time fly! Then she taught me her weight lifting routine.
Oh.
My.
Heck. (I'm in Mormonville, this phraseology is allowed!)

I am ALREADY sore. It's been about an hour after working out and everything hurts. I did the bench press for the first time (45 lbs- 50 lbs) and a few other things, like squats and some machines were I had no idea what I was doing, except for the fact that it HURT. In a good way though. I love it. I'm obsessed with working out. I've never felt this way before. I've always seeing working out as a burden or something that I wasn't good at. I don't care if I'm not good at it, I just feel SO good!


On a different note, I'm super homesick and "last-year-sick." I don't know. I know as soon as the semester gets going and maybe like once FHE groups are established things will get better. But today, I'm just kinda blah. I'm heading to hang out with my favorite boys from last year soon and that should make things better. But I feel like a stranger in my own apartment. I can't explain it. I'm doing just fine, I'm happy and such but it just seems I do a lot on my own and I find myself feeling lonely sometime. But I know it's a phase that will past and that I've never truly alone, my Heavenly Father is always there for me and looking out for me. It's just a little tough. But I'm hopeful that things will get better. :)

Keep smiling, because you never know who's falling in love with your smile. <3