I don't smell like chlorine!
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angelakI don’t smell like chlorine!
It makes me not want to go swimming on lunch because I smell normal.
So far this week I have gone 3 times. *siiiiiiighs* ahhh, the life. I feel my muscles aren’t sore, but they’re a bit tighter than usual – especially my shoulders/biceps. I think this signals I’ve actually been DOING something – even though it doesn’t feel as hard as I thought it might. To get back into swimming.
It means that week 2 of swimming will include a more intense workout. (faster, harder, longer) :P
Oooh baby.
Anyways. I already feel better on my usual exercise-crazed theme of life. I am not happy unless I am harassing myself to get out and move. Or I am moving. I think it is safe to say this weekend I will allow me some lazy time. Maybe, though – I can convince Jim to go for a few walks with me so I have *something* good to attribute to activity.
Last night was an hour of laps. I skipped swimming on lunch. Wednesday was 30 minutes on lunch. Tuesday was an hour after work.
My body feels BETTER.
So I decided because I’m a horrible person I wanted more new clothes. (two fuzzy long sleeve shirts and one stretchy AWESOME teal one) It’s like this year I am redefining everything about myself that I didn’t feel like I could redefine before.
I remember that trip to Indio, California – was my turning point. Something inside me changed and I realized. I can be whatever I want to be and I can make that choice any day I want. So what people think I’m XYZ because that is how I’ve been in the past?
It stems off of the fact nobody can tell me who I am or what to do with my life.
April was a turning point and oddly enough I had just met Jim from the club around then.
I donno. I just had some epiphanies on that trip – and it was the kind of independence that I can appreciate as single-ness at its finest – and some plain-out acting like an early-20’s to find some answers.
W00t.
Anyways. I was having ADD and not finishing this entry when I came across a friend of mine. He has the word “good,” in his name, and randomly I told him anyone who has the word “good” in their name scores a couple of extra points with me.
:P
And then I got to thinking about all the names that mean something (most do) or have words in them. I became incredibly fascinated. Jim has the word “tree,” in his name. Now that’s an awesome word to have in your name! So much so, that in the army one of his nicknames WAS “Tree.” (He scores like 20 gold stars for this).
Anyway. Not so much important.
Onwards: Excited. After work today Jim is coming over. Yeay.
And then I get to spend hours in the car with him on the drive to Portland. Yeay.
And meet his mom, who sounds really nice from all I’ve heard.
With any luck – she’ll like me. She just sounds like a sweet woman. Which doesn’t surprise me. Because Jim is totally sweet.
Um. Yeah.
Another work day dawns.
*stretch* *yawn* *yawn* *stretch*
Goodness.
*drinks more coffee*
Alas. I am looking forward to Tuesday Beer with Evan. Not that I really care about the beer. It’s mostly that I miss the outings with Evan. I did it a lot when I was lonely at the beginning of this year. I think I should tell Evan how much I’ve appreciated him as a friend when we do go out. He doesn’t really have a clue how he helped me through some tough times – because I didn’t really show it.
We haven’t gone out for drinks since before he went to Rome.
Hrm. Now he’s back! It has been months since we went out for drinks! Jeez. So, I’ll go swimming, shower, and then go out for drinks and dinner with Evan.
Stoaked for that outing.
That is all!
-Angela
It makes me not want to go swimming on lunch because I smell normal.
So far this week I have gone 3 times. *siiiiiiighs* ahhh, the life. I feel my muscles aren’t sore, but they’re a bit tighter than usual – especially my shoulders/biceps. I think this signals I’ve actually been DOING something – even though it doesn’t feel as hard as I thought it might. To get back into swimming.
It means that week 2 of swimming will include a more intense workout. (faster, harder, longer) :P
Oooh baby.
Anyways. I already feel better on my usual exercise-crazed theme of life. I am not happy unless I am harassing myself to get out and move. Or I am moving. I think it is safe to say this weekend I will allow me some lazy time. Maybe, though – I can convince Jim to go for a few walks with me so I have *something* good to attribute to activity.
Last night was an hour of laps. I skipped swimming on lunch. Wednesday was 30 minutes on lunch. Tuesday was an hour after work.
My body feels BETTER.
So I decided because I’m a horrible person I wanted more new clothes. (two fuzzy long sleeve shirts and one stretchy AWESOME teal one) It’s like this year I am redefining everything about myself that I didn’t feel like I could redefine before.
I remember that trip to Indio, California – was my turning point. Something inside me changed and I realized. I can be whatever I want to be and I can make that choice any day I want. So what people think I’m XYZ because that is how I’ve been in the past?
It stems off of the fact nobody can tell me who I am or what to do with my life.
April was a turning point and oddly enough I had just met Jim from the club around then.
I donno. I just had some epiphanies on that trip – and it was the kind of independence that I can appreciate as single-ness at its finest – and some plain-out acting like an early-20’s to find some answers.
W00t.
Anyways. I was having ADD and not finishing this entry when I came across a friend of mine. He has the word “good,” in his name, and randomly I told him anyone who has the word “good” in their name scores a couple of extra points with me.
:P
And then I got to thinking about all the names that mean something (most do) or have words in them. I became incredibly fascinated. Jim has the word “tree,” in his name. Now that’s an awesome word to have in your name! So much so, that in the army one of his nicknames WAS “Tree.” (He scores like 20 gold stars for this).
Anyway. Not so much important.
Onwards: Excited. After work today Jim is coming over. Yeay.
And then I get to spend hours in the car with him on the drive to Portland. Yeay.
And meet his mom, who sounds really nice from all I’ve heard.
With any luck – she’ll like me. She just sounds like a sweet woman. Which doesn’t surprise me. Because Jim is totally sweet.
Um. Yeah.
Another work day dawns.
*stretch* *yawn* *yawn* *stretch*
Goodness.
*drinks more coffee*
Alas. I am looking forward to Tuesday Beer with Evan. Not that I really care about the beer. It’s mostly that I miss the outings with Evan. I did it a lot when I was lonely at the beginning of this year. I think I should tell Evan how much I’ve appreciated him as a friend when we do go out. He doesn’t really have a clue how he helped me through some tough times – because I didn’t really show it.
We haven’t gone out for drinks since before he went to Rome.
Hrm. Now he’s back! It has been months since we went out for drinks! Jeez. So, I’ll go swimming, shower, and then go out for drinks and dinner with Evan.
Stoaked for that outing.
That is all!
-Angela
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The past is the past.
Date: 2006-10-06 05:03 pm (UTC)More power to you! :) :)
Reminds me of a Rachana Family Meeting. Nirav. "If you think about it, you might be doing or not doing something because of something you decided when you are FIVE YEARS OLD." As soon as you realize that, you can change it.
Also Alina and the Landmark Advanced Forum. She realized the story she had been living with for years was "That's enough." She'd start up painting, singing, piano, getting closer to new people, etc and then at some point just go "That's enough." and stop herself. That's a pretty crazy thing to realize...
Realizations are powerful stuff. :)
(Once again: morning, drowsiness, been doing homework. Hope that made SOME kind of sense!)
Re: The past is the past.
Date: 2006-10-06 07:57 pm (UTC)I realized that some of my attitudes were things I had decided when I was pretty young and I enjoyed that projection of myself for XYZ reasons.
Though as I made the realization - I realized. I don't have to be what I said I'd be 10 years ago. I can be me now and it's NOT so bad to have that different.
Yeah. Alwayssss interesting and jeah it made sense!
-Angela