I think I am running out of awesome Batman quotes. Alan Moore and Frank Miller and Chris Nolan need to hurry up and write some more for me. Anyway.
Just hit the regular gym for a nice little lunchtime workout, and now I'm enjoying a delicious and hearty lunch of celery and Muscle Milk. My workout yesterday consisted of going to see a movie (sans popcorn or nachos, sadly, but with a delicious 12,000-oz. Coke Zero no doubt full of carcinogenic sweetener) and then doing some exercises on the bedroom floor while my wife watched Kill Bill and the dog licked my face. I've definitely gotten better at these little floor exercises, most of which I've taken from cardio kickboxing, and I'm no longer in the kindergarten-age-girl class for pushup reps, due to my nascent chest muscles.
Tonight is cardio kickboxing, and I might stick around for muay thai, depending on how dead I am after the workout, and how my knee is doing. The knee, yes, is bothering me, to the point that I couldn't even run much this morning, although I did do half an hour on the elliptical without too much trouble. I bought a little brace for it last night, which promptly slipped down around my ankle while I tried to run today. It started really aching after two days of relative inactivity, so here's hoping some motion will limber it up. Otherwise, it's cybernetic limbs for me.