lovely afternoon

well, this week has been going quite well. i was sick on monday so rested and was mentally fresh for the (short) week. wouldn't it be nice to be able to do that more often?

anyway, i left my school a little early today for a meeting across town at another school. i couldn't believe it though, when that faculty meeting was over for the day, i knew that MY faculty meeting was just beginning across town. wow. we really do work later than most teachers. no wonder i feel so tired at the end of the day.

so, with my extra hour, i hurried home, put on sneakers & assorted ugly exercise wear, and actually ran down my street. (never have i done such a thing. it must have been the amazing weather coupled with the extra time euphoria) i jogged (very, very slowly) to the ymca.

the y is this place i pay to exist. every once in a while i go to make sure my money is going to an actual place. but i wouldn't say i utilize my gym membership effectively. it's definitely a nice place to pay to exist, but some of the bibly-stuff does bug me.

well, i went in and signed in on the computer (great charting of fitness progress - token fitpoint economy, i live for external evaluations) I hit "print" b/c it had been so long i wanted to see a printout of my routine - luckily the computer remembers it for you but i do still like the paper.

After i logged my jog into the computer, and my yoga class from last monday - the screen Lit UP. Fireworks went off! Balloons floated. By jogging here. Oh, the positive feedback that jog earned simply by being the last thing i did before this exciting moment. I just got to the NEXT LEVEL of fitpoints! (by next i mean first.) i got to the first level and man i was pleased.

it was cool. the machine celebrated me. i felt proud. (i told you i like the token economy, yes i am a sucker) The lady waiting to use the computer was not impressed however. well, sorry blue-level or whatever you are. after my digital party, i ran through a few lower body exercises, switched to upper when the lower machines were full and generally worked out some muscles. i even stretched out the ones that needed it before i left the gym.

i finished, logged the workout, and walked proudly out the door. without pausing i broke into a steady jog. it felt nice. even my crappy lungs seeking more air than i could provide felt good. i jogged all the way home, not walking even a step. i felt mighty.

ok. so here i was wearing these old brown pants that i like to sleep in, have painted in, and now have worked out in. An old-school green Tandem tshirt with the tree on in. black sneakers. and my hair was in 2 ponytails. the hottest kid on the block, i know.

so, why did some ass beep his horn at me? and even better, he was stopped at a light. i could have (and probably should have) gone over and asked him if he'd ever gotten a positive response from that kind of behavior. but all he'd be is happy that he got attention.

Instead I jogged another half-block or so, remarking to a passing pair of women that "men suck" to which one replied, "you just figured that out?". Retrospectively, they may not have known what i was referring to. After this exchange I was full of righteous indignation (ri) and, far enough away for the driver to not hear me, and i turned and postured angrily with a what-the-fuck expression on my face. man. I sure showed him. he didn't turn his car around and come back.

the ri fueled me right back to my porch where i even stretched out all muscles that needed stretching, showered, and went to my friend's for a lovely home-made split pea and ham soup dinner.

Then A and i went to see a bad play. it's too fresh a wound to write about now. Perhaps A has a comment or two to share on that sore subject.

home again after fruitless commentary to performer, couch time, kitten time (he is so sweet) and now, at long lateness, bedtime.