I am grateful

After I came home from a poopy day at work, I forced, and I do mean forced, myself to get my lazy ass to the gym. I griped all the way to the car and the little voice in my head kept saying, "it will be better when you get there."
I was driving down the street towards the gym. I approached a stop sign and saw at the entrance to an apartment building just past the sign was a man helping someone into the lobby in a wheelchair. The man in the wheelchair was paralyzed and strapped in to keep him from falling out of the chair. I sat at the stop sign and literally, wiped tears away. Whatever happened to me today, paled in comparison at that very moment. I asked for forgiveness for being so ungrateful for all the things I did today without thinking. I could breathe on my own this morning. I had a roof over my head, food in my fridge, money to spend, and a car to drive not to mention a healthy body to do all these things.

I got on the treadmill and ran my chubby behind hard. Someone like that man at the apartment would probably give anything in the whole world to do that. Thank G I got some much needed perspective. The burn made me feel better and I hope someone else today will remember to be grateful for being able to do what others cannot.

Milestone Run

I have decided to "train" for a 5K. I say "train" because I am basically reading Runner's world and trying to get myself ready solo.

Today I did my long run. I actually ran a full 5K on the treadmill without stopping. I have never done that. EVER.

I am proud of myself and deserve all 3 pairs of shoes I purchased yesterday. I know, I bought them yesterday, but it was because I knew I was going to run the 5K on the treadmill. It was one of those morale boosters.

At least that's what I'm telling myself. No judgement people.

Visitors beware

do not ever come to visit me. I know in the past I have welcomed friends and family to trek from afar and visit the beautiful place I call home, but alas I have decided no more.

I'm tired of bitchy, demanding guests who eat all my food (or scoff at it), burn my AC and do not offer to pay for gas in my car, the tolls for driving you all over creation, or get cranky when I have things to get done like laundry, grocery shopping, and yoga.

Guess what?

I live here. I don't care to see Golden Gate Bridge for the 500th time. I could care less about the state of Alcatraz or the downtown night life. I don't want to visit Napa and wine country when my f*ing Blackberry is going bananas and I have a TON of work to be done at home and my never ending job.

Do us all a favor...book a hotel and a rental car. Call me if you wanna do lunch or drinks.