Jet Lag

Jet lag either happens or it doesn't. Each flight, whether to India or to New York is different.

Monday about strung me up and left me there to hang. I struggled to get my brain to function in anything but a fog. The whole day was about numbers and pricing--never my absolute strength. Then the guilt that I was almost useless intertwined itself into the fog and the emotional jet lag started.

That gets ugly.

What helps is working through it, pulling every bit of energy from my core and moving forward. Sometimes just attempting NOT to think and just doing it the best way. And then going to Fitness First and working out with Sulani gets me to another level--exhaustion. Sulani is a wonderful trainer, she is young, fit and the focus of Atilla the Hun. She is not nice nor willing to let me work easy because I am tired. At one point I almost had to puke but my hardheadedness and fear of embarrassing myself didn't let that happen. It was a good workout, followed by cardio for an hour and I could feel the fog start to disappear. Water, food and rest did the rest.

I just hope that with the pricing we did didn't screw the pooch.