Sleep!

I was not in the mood to get up in the morning and feel the rush of judgments that came up when I felt like being committed to a group of chipper peeps was what I wanted to be doing with my time. I didn't want to hear any encouragement about how I was doing a good job. I knew I wasn't because my knee was uncooperative and holding me hostage as a slave to the gravitational pull of the earth. I didn't want to hear it; about how next week we were going to be harder on being late. I wonder if other people like this sort of thing? I prefer not to have my sovereignty stepped on too often for frivolous reasons. And showing up a few minutes late to a cold class outside doesn't feel like good enough of a reason to relinquish my autonomy.

I didn't last too long after class; I fell asleep in my warm bed. I had intensely saturated dreams again. It's interesting the dreams I have after a very hard work out. They are very self reflective and more "true," as well as more "lost."