Phew, I'm tired.
I thought I was going to have energy to go Salsa dancing after work, but I don't. Tuesday night, I want to Tango at the Century Ballroom. Though, I've been relatively optimistic about what I can do.
Let me try to recall all the things that happened in the last couple of days.
Yesterday, I went to the Community Pool for the first time, and it was nice to find a cheap spot to go swimming on the regular. In the future, I'd like to take a swimming class because my ability to swim efficiently is less than ideal. For now, I'm just going to try to do laps and hope that I don't drown.
I noticed that if you try to keep your body straight, while doing freestyle swimming, it takes a lot less energy. However, I still do not know how to swim and breath. But hey, breathing, how important can that be?
After swimming, I finished the book Ready to Run by Dr Kelly Starrett, which made me feel intensely guilty about my lifestyle. The guy wants a commitment of 10 minutes a day to do mobilizations. Man, talk about commitment. I can barely find the commitment to devote 1 minute a day to cleaning, let alone 10 minutes of muscle numbing commitment. He says that after 28 days, it'll become a habit, but I just feel like it's too much too fast. I need time to explore and adjust because discipline or anything that seems remotely responsible is just not my game.
However, I think Dr. Kelly is right. Mobilizations will improve my ability to go outside and do things. So instead of leaping into bed with mobilizations, I'm going to take it slow. Instead of thinking of it as a type of chore, I'm going to think of it as a type of 'date'. I'm going to date this concept of mobilizations for a week and see where I want it to go from there. Tomorrow, I'm going to generate a clearer concept of what kind of date I want to go on.
After my guilt fest, I cleaned the room. I know I promised myself that I wouldn't do responsible things, but it made Sam so happy in the end. The whole time I was cleaning, I had to fight delusions that Char and the house were responsible for my downfall as a housewife. When I clean, my head turns wacky. I just don't like cleaning.
Once the room was made spotless, I tried to play volleyball at the local sandbox. However, I have never played volleyball, and I was too shy to push my way onto a volleyball team, only to find out that I can hit the ball. So, I watched from the sidelines and looked longingly in, wishing that Sam was around to be awesome and hairy. I even had a fantasy about it, and it goes something like thing.
Long haired Sam comes into the tourment with open hawwian shirt that shows off his broad shoulders and chest hair. He wears tye dye shorts and and with his confident posture, everyone steps aside to let us pass. With his golden flowing hair, he strikes the ball, we are celebrated as heroes and walk off into the moonlight with a weirdo sunglasses on.
Once I was done with my failure of volleyball, I tried to ease my social anxiety by taking a quick few mile job. Originally it was times, but I kept cramping up on my right side and left knee. I figure, my hips are to blame??
Then after all that nonsense, I showed Sam the room. He was greatly pleased and I went on a date with Mat. That was pretty much the end of my night.
Today, I woke up and went to work. I was groggy all day and kept confusing prices. My sales was great and my mistakes were high. Everyone at work acted weird because they know I'm on my way out. However, that's life and Picture People is a dead end. I got to move on.
I hope I don't regret it.
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