Wednesday, May 18, 2011

britannia, rule the waves

I went back to the gym today, for the first time in three weeks, and I have a feeling that I will feel like dying tomorrow morning. It was good to see Alyssa, though, even if she did attempt to kill me. All of my muscles were so tight from 4500 miles of driving that at the start of the third set of squats and lunges, I suddenly felt like I was eighty years old and on the verge of death. I lived to die another day, though, and it was surprisingly good to go back to the gym -- I never thought that I would be someone who looked forward to such torture, but I'm ready to get back into some form of routine.

After Alyssa and I parted ways and I stumbled through showering, clothing myself, and drying my hair, I drove to my former place of work, where I had an extended lunch with Alaska Matt. It was long overdue and we had much to catch up on, which we did over the first baked potato Tuesday that I've had in months. His lovely wife Kia (technically Alaska Kia, I suppose, but as she's the only Kia I know, the differentiator isn't really necessary) is actually in Alaska right now, but hopefully when she gets back we'll do something outside of work (possibly in the evil city, gasp). After we finished lunch, Alaska Matt transferred custody of me to Heather (aka dear respected madam), since I can no longer roam freely in the buildings that used to be my home, and she and I caught up for an hour or so. Then, she escorted me out of the building, and I came home with the intention of writing...

...and I didn't write a damn word. I did make some chai with the intention of writing, but I failed. Finally, upon writing in my journal and doing some soul-searching, I decided to let go, read a book tonight, and possibly take the rest of the week off. I can't afford to take much longer before I really start Ellie and Nick's book, but while my three-week roadtrip was fun, it wasn't really relaxing, and since I'd been working nonstop before I left, maybe I need to take a break and read some of the hundreds of books on my to-be-read list and stop thinking about whether Madeleine and Ferguson will sell. Sounds like a plan, right?

But I stayed up way too long reading, and now I need to go to bed. I'm not training with Alyssa tomorrow, but I intend to drag myself into the gym if I can still walk. I'm also going back to my former place of employment tomorrow for lunch with someone else, so I'll have to drag myself out of bed for that even if my muscles don't want to let me go. Goodnight!

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