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geminigirlDuh Headline of the day "Smart Returns, Changed"
(Of course she's different-most girls her age are different in nine months, even if they haven't been missing.)
Duh Moment of the day-My house keys do not open my office.
I could have totally blown off work today; I'm the only one in my department here. I do need to pick up supplies for my group today, which I'll leave for shortly. It's a good thing that I came in then, I guess.
Housecleaning rampage has gotten a lot done. Not finished, but much improved. Still lots to be done, but I feel better. Beta is amused...although terrified of the vaccum cleaner. I have no idea where he went. Oblivion was sort of irritated by it because it was moving around-it's one of the bonuses that come with a deaf cat-noise doesn't scare her.
I'm happy that I'm not more sore today. Really really hard workout last night. A whole bunch of new techniques. Confusing. Running and then drills and then running and more drills and running and drills up the stairs. I suppose it's to my advantage being short because in order to actually hit anything on most people, I'm aiming upwards anyway. Plus running, which was easier than it had been previously. Always a good thing. My head was swimming and I was aching by the time I got home. And it felt good. Sore but good.
I learned to tie my belt last night. That little thing was so important. It's about 9000 degrees hotter though working out in gi as opposed to my gym clothes. But it felt so good. Even if my hair was sweaty when I got home.
I'd never have thought I'd like karate so much. But it's fun. And it's challenging....and it feels good. And at the same time, I feel overwhelmingly dumb and uncoordinated. Which is fine; I just want to get better, do better. And there's this mix of dread and excitement at progressing...although I'm out there to do my best, which is what counts. It's just an incredible and wonderful feeling during a workout. I'm excited about it in a way that I don't recall feeling about much at all. And I'm committed to it-I'm there because I want to be, because it feels good.
Now if only I could get better at doing push ups.
(Of course she's different-most girls her age are different in nine months, even if they haven't been missing.)
Duh Moment of the day-My house keys do not open my office.
I could have totally blown off work today; I'm the only one in my department here. I do need to pick up supplies for my group today, which I'll leave for shortly. It's a good thing that I came in then, I guess.
Housecleaning rampage has gotten a lot done. Not finished, but much improved. Still lots to be done, but I feel better. Beta is amused...although terrified of the vaccum cleaner. I have no idea where he went. Oblivion was sort of irritated by it because it was moving around-it's one of the bonuses that come with a deaf cat-noise doesn't scare her.
I'm happy that I'm not more sore today. Really really hard workout last night. A whole bunch of new techniques. Confusing. Running and then drills and then running and more drills and running and drills up the stairs. I suppose it's to my advantage being short because in order to actually hit anything on most people, I'm aiming upwards anyway. Plus running, which was easier than it had been previously. Always a good thing. My head was swimming and I was aching by the time I got home. And it felt good. Sore but good.
I learned to tie my belt last night. That little thing was so important. It's about 9000 degrees hotter though working out in gi as opposed to my gym clothes. But it felt so good. Even if my hair was sweaty when I got home.
I'd never have thought I'd like karate so much. But it's fun. And it's challenging....and it feels good. And at the same time, I feel overwhelmingly dumb and uncoordinated. Which is fine; I just want to get better, do better. And there's this mix of dread and excitement at progressing...although I'm out there to do my best, which is what counts. It's just an incredible and wonderful feeling during a workout. I'm excited about it in a way that I don't recall feeling about much at all. And I'm committed to it-I'm there because I want to be, because it feels good.
Now if only I could get better at doing push ups.
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heh. keys
Date: 2003-03-14 01:20 pm (UTC)am i going home? ..or going to work?
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Date: 2003-03-14 07:39 pm (UTC)I vaguely remember that, how nice and competent one feels doing that knot and getting all sludgy and slimy inside the gi.
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Date: 2003-03-14 10:12 pm (UTC)