Working Up to Flight
I started working out again ... which means I'll be sore every day for the foreseeable future. Sweet. This time I'm starting with a combination of a Fit36 gym and yoga classes. Which is funny because Fit36 is loud music and instructors shouting affirmation; "YOU CAN DO IT. ALMOST THERE!" While yoga is quiet reflection and softly-spoken instructions; "Now breath into downward dog. Ahh." Anyway, I have a goal. It's a number and I want it. I'm pumped. (And now that I've printed it into this post, there's no going back.) And once I hit that number I have a shirt goal. It has to do with the buttons. 'Nuff said. And once I hit that, I may have a new number goal but I also have an ultimate goal which is an activity: I want to run again. In high school I ran long distance and I loved it. I remember the feeling of freedom and clarity. It was such a drug. Then I hurt my knee and running was never the same. Then I had babies and even atte...