I hate when do that thing were I choose to cling to my suffering. It's hard to do anything else sometimes. I now have a new reason to stop clinging. When I'm suffering emotionally, exercise is painful. My workout on Tuesday felt like a miserable uphill battle for the entire 15 minutes I was at it. (It wasn't uphill.) The next day, equipped with a new attitude, I conquered the treadmill. I'm noticing changes in my body. My clothes are getting baggy. Clothes I haven't been able to wear now fit. Beyond that though, I feel like everyday I go in to the fitness club I build a bit of mastery. It's becoming my fitness club. That feels kinda good.
I ate at subway today. I wasn't expecting to break down in Carson City, so I was there much longer than expected. It turns out that cars need oil to run. Humph.
I'm hoping to have a lot of time to cook on my days off in Cali. I wonder if I should pack my own knifes and cutting board so I can chop to my hearts desire while I'm there. Ohhh fresh everything!
I see John again tomorrow. I hope I make him proud. I really look up to him. The more I learn about him, the deeper my respect for him and trust in him grows.
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