So yesterday, one of the guys was at my desk working on adjusting some info in PDC, and I was sitting in the chair across from my desk.  We somehow got on the topic of running, and I asked if he was doing the 5k in  a few weeks, and he said no.  He then reminded me that he was the cross country captain in high school, and I asked him if he actually got joy out of running.  He said yes, and that he used to get a buzz from running. 
I think it's all mental, but I don't really like running, per se.  I do it.  When I'm playing basketball, or flag football, or any other activity that might require one to run, but I don't just run to run for kicks and giggs. 
I realized what he meant last night when I was at the gym.  I met up with one of the girls that I used to work with, and she came to Latin with me. 
Something was different last night.  And I liked it.  I. attacked. it. 
Pretty excited - Sunday from 2-4 they are doing a special Latin/Zumba class.  I.will.attack.that.
I need time away.  I need to A. Win the lottery stat, and B. have my own plane so I can fly wherever I want, whenever I want.  Or buy a camaro.  And then drive wherever I want.  Yahhhh.
I wish there was an off switch for my brain.  And I wish I could teleport.  I wouldn't be sitting here in this office, that's for sure.  I'm thinking either a quaint little cabin in the woods on a lake to include some hiking and frolicing through fields of flowers, or a quaint little cottage on a beach to include a cabana and a sailboat and walks on the beach.  And to include a certain boy.... 
Immediately.
Thanks.
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