“My life is my message.” - Mahatma Gandhi
I think more inspired words have never been said. Instead of saying what we think should be true, telling others what they should do, and criticising ourselves for what we did (or didn’t) do, we should concentrate on being who we want to be. A state of being creates a better model than anything we could say, lecture or regret. How will you work on being who you want to be?
So – I feel a little crazy today. The next three weeks are going to be crazy busy, then October & November should be mildly crazy. A brief lull for a couple of weeks, and then 7 weeks of intense crazy. I’m going to have to work really hard to remember to take time for me – to take the time to run & relax & hit my weights class.
And speaking of the class, does anyone else hurt as much as me today? My arms & chest & abs. My hamstrings a bit, but mostly the upper body. Every time I have to push open a door I whimper.
Last night I dreamed that I was pouring concrete (which isn’t SO weird, the concrete truck arrives on Monday to do that portion of the driveway), and the architect was making me do all the work of hauling concrete, and directing the giant concrete tubes (I don’t know – that’s how it was in my dream) and the driveway had been dug out to 10 feet deep, meaning I had to pour a LOT of concrete, and I had only 15 minutes to do it. It was hard! And then I woke up, and every muscle in my upper body was screaming. I didn’t run this morning, because I wasn’t sure I could get a couple of sports bras on. It’s a good thing I washed my hair yesterday – don’t think I could’ve this morning. I haven’t hurt this bad since my first couple of classes. I kinda missed this horrible, horrible pain.
I forgot to mention one very important thing yesterday. I was forced, through no fault of my own, to take a different gym bag yesterday morning. I thought I’d done a good job of stocking it up, and it was only after class that I realized I’d forgotten a very important item. My flip-flops. As I walked barefoot to the shower and then proceeded to shower, again barefoot, all I could remember was that conversation I’d over heard, at the very same gym, between the two foot fungus girls. Blech.
After the shower, I realized that I’d forgotten something else. A comb. So, I finger-combed my hair & put it up the best I could (at least I remembered a clip – nothing says professional like wet, uncombed hair).
Anyways – Friday is winding down, and then it is the weekend again! Woo! I’m going to try to run tonight a little, and I’m planning on hitting Bikram for the Saturday 9 AM class if anyone’s interested.
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Happy weekend!
I feel sorry for people who don’t drink. When they wake up in the morning, that’s as good as they’re going to feel all day.
-Frank Sinatra
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