I ran out of time to post yesterday. I was all set to, and then went to do something else. Shame, too, because yesterday was full of goodness. 5-mile run that turned out to be pretty energizing, despite the grey conditions, and I think I came up with a short story/essay idea. I got less than 4 hours of sleep, though, so I’m pretty braindead and not sure why I’m up now, and not sure when I’ll go to sleep, and not sure why I’m using so many commas. Also, I’d like to talk about cellulite. What is it, and… I’m not done yet.
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Today, after a strange morning and a long work day, I got to go back to something I heart: kickboxing. I sweat like a bitch and I am totally out of shape, but it was amazing and I loved it. Toward the end, I even sparred a bit with my instructor, which is something we don’t normally do. But I wasn’t as nervous as I thought I might be. I just swung and – when I remembered – kicked, and it was FUN. I’m so glad I get to get back to doing this on a weekly basis. … But… I’m not done yet.
“Well, I looked my demons in the eyes, laid bare my chest, said, ‘Do your best, destroy me. You see, I’ve been to hell and back so many times, I must admit you kind of bore me.’” – Ray LaMontagne I’m starting December off on a good note. As mentioned, I saw that guy last night in concert. It was amazing – and though I went by myself – I didn’t feel weird (well, once the music started, anyway… fate would have it that I was in the very last row in the theatre by the wall, sandwiched in between… I’m not done yet.
Today was a day of doing things: I cleaned some, I slept some, and I took up running again. I’ve come to the conclusion that cleaning would be a lot easier if it didn’t take so long. (And also, if I didn’t have so much STUFF.) I have a bajillion loads of laundry to do now, because I finally picked up what was on my bedroom floor – but this time I’ll get quarters before I decide to do any. I also found a gas bill that was due yesterday (oops?) and I almost threw away my renewed credit card… I’m not done yet.
Did I miss a “p” there? Not sure. The family was engrossed in a poker game when I started writing this, and then we started playing Scattergories. If you’re a writer, Scattergories puts you in your place. Think of a word that starts with T that you’d grab as you were running out the door ( my mom’s answer: Taxes). See? Hard, right? So my official Thanksgiving is over. It’s been so great to hang with my family, and the only thing that happened which was kind of a bummer was that I found out tonight I won’t be pacing… I’m not done yet.