I’d have to say that so far 2012 has been equal parts good and crappy….but that’s pretty standard, I think? The last part of this past week has been very difficult, unfortunately I can’t really detail the how’s and whys, but suffice it to say, life is a struggle right now. I came home Friday after a particularly bad day and attempted to burrow under the covers indefinitely. That worked for about 2 hours until Ray came home from dinner with his mom, ripped the covers off of me and declared that it was time to get up, Right Now. He made me a grilled cheese sandwich and snuggled the stuffing out of me all night. Very unusual behavior for that man but much appreciated! Before I went to bed last night I waffled up and down and forward and back about whether or not I would go to spinning this morning. January 7 was my original “back to it” date but after the shakeup of the day I wasn’t so sure I could pull it off. I made the decision though that I said January 7th and I’m not sick or injured so off I went this morning.
I’m glad I went but the workout was not great. I had no heart in it, no spark, no drive. The guy beside me kept staring at me and during that staring he was also blowing massive amounts of sweat on me, I was a little concerned about my workout top chafing my still healing tattoo, my mind kept being dragged back to yesterday’s issues and sweaty-staring man kept belting out curse words every time the tracks ended. Needless to say, the workout wasn’t great but it served its purpose, I persevered in getting there regardless of the overwhelming urge to sleep until next Thursday so I’m counting it as a success…..plus, even when you can’t get your game on during spinning, it’s still a serious workout.
I came home to my favorite visitor, Ray’s ex wife’s dog, George. I love George and his warm, furry snugly-ness was just what I needed.
I have other posts in my head, a new and interesting 30 day food challenge, a rundown on the organizing I’ve been doing in my kitchen (nothing has been thrown out in 10 years since Ray got divorced and I’ve had enough so I’ve been chucking shit left and right), a revision to my marathon plan brought about because of recent events…but I’m almost more excited about the new plan anyway, and finally the difference between defending yourself and making excuses. Unfortunately my heart just isn’t into writing about any of it, I’m too distracted and fuzzy in the head so it’ll all have to wait awhile. Maybe a good sleep in tomorrow and I’ll be good to go. I hope so because I have shit I need to do…..write up a fitness plan for January now that the gym schedule is updated, find an abs program to incorporate with my stretching routine, start said stretching routine?…you know, stuff that makes me feel good.
Anyway, for now I’m going to sit on the sofa and watch Pirates of the Carribean with the man I love, let him take care of me a little and reset my equilibrium.
See you later.