Remembering the injury to my Sartorius muscle, I’m being cautious with it. But I figured two days was enough of a rest, and that I could try another mile today, since my thighs’ screaming was downgraded to a whisper.
I’d love to report how long that mile took, but I oh-so-brilliantly managed to reset the treadmill after .86, so I have no idea. The thing about running is that I kind of hate it a little bit while I’m doing it, but I love the way I feel after doing it. I can’t decide what to make of this. But hey, at least I didn’t get a side stitch today! Eh, okay, I did. But only a little one.
I bet I’m also not doing myself any favors by wearing such shoes while running:
It’s not that I don’t own proper running shoes. I do.
Pristine, aren’t they? I’ve never worn them outside. Because I’m weird like that, and I didn’t want to get them dirty. (Uh, hello? They’re shoes.) And I am very lazy about toting them around with me when I go to the gym, because they’re just… bulky and cumbersome, and I’d rather wear shoes that can do double duty. Unlike traipsing about all day in something like this:
I can’t even remember the last time I wore these. Like my little curly “laces”? 😉 Double- or triple-knotting doesn’t seem to matter, my laces never stay tied. ’tis epic annoying.
Much like work today! I mean, I’d probably work anyway, even if I didn’t have to, because I’d be bored stiff otherwise. But I don’t like having to work.
I have homework from my therapist… I’m supposed to compile a list of reasons why I should not hate myself. Hello, if I had anything to put on such a list, then I wouldn’t hate myself!! Durr.
No water wastage this time around. (Is “wastage” even a word? It sounds like it would be.)
Okay, so this didn’t quite work out the way I envisioned, but…
A rainbow salad! Quite literally… it should actually go by the name “ROYGBIV salad.” Behold:
The problem was in the execution… there are no naturally occurring blue foods. Even the blue tortilla crisps are closer to violet than anything else! And the purple cauliflower actually was violet before I roasted it… much in the same way the eggplant skin was actually indigo. But, no matter. I only lined it up this way for display purposes. When it came to consuming this monster, it actually looked more like this:
Dressed in barbecue sauce. Because I’m cool like that.
About all that stuff in my last post… I’m still not okay with it. At all. But I’m going to push that aside for a moment, because something happened today that is truly deserving of an explosion of rage: my insurance premium is going up. Again — for the third year in a row. It is increasing eight percent. Seriously — why the hell do they even bother to pay me?? It is just a teaser. Why not take all of the money that I earned and just give it to the government to distribute to people on welfare, who don’t work and live off of my work, which I can’t do because they’re doing it?!
Don’t get me wrong — I have nothing against people who are on welfare. When it is warranted. Fact is, there are far too many people in this country who take advantage of the system because they’re just damn. lazy. And you know what?! At this rate, it would behoove me to become just like them, because the more I work, the more money the government gets out of me!!
It is things like this that make me so angry, I wonder why the hell I even bother to get out of bed in the morning.
In other news, after the whole debacle involving the baseball game which my dad and I will not be attending together, my therapist appears to have decided that it is somehow imperative that we have daddy / daughter time anyway. Uh… exactly what are we supposed to do?? I am a pretty boring person, I guess, because there doesn’t seem to be anything out there that would fit the bill. Help??
Why does this picture look so odd?
Not sure whether I am going to post tomorrow or Saturday or Sunday, or any combination thereof — hooray for last-second school stress! — so have a lovely Friday, weekend, or whatever you will.
“Fear makes us feel our humanity.”
(I’m sorry, it doesn’t seem to be working that way for me)