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Sep. 27th, 2007 07:32 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jianantonicYesterday was an awful day until 5pm, at which point I came home so pissed and so, just, OVER it, you know? And then I saw that Z had cleaned...the living room, kitchen, bathroom...and upon seeing that, I just burst into tears. It's like, there's nothing he could do to ease my work stress, and I certainly wasn't feeling cuddly after the day I'd had, so to come home to a pristinely cleaned house was really the best thing he could do for me. And so I cried and hugged him for a while, then vented about all that had gone wrong, then went to the gym.
I worked out with my trainer yesterday, and I usually take a day off after working with him because I'm always sore, but I've gotten into some bad habits lately, so for the past two weeks, I've gone to the gym every day and I intend to keep going every day until those habits are history. Plus, I knew I really needed to blow off some steam, and working myself into a coma felt like the right kind of therapy. I did a lot of leg and ab stuff, then got on a treadmill and ran for a little bit, walked for a long bit, and ran the last part of my half hour. I've been running almost every day that I work out, and when I started again, I'd pretty much lost all the progress I'd made earlier this year. I'm still nowhere near the shape I was in pre-breakup, but it's coming back a lot quicker this time. Last week it was difficult to run for two minutes straight, or to start running again at all after I'd slowed to a walk. Now I can do more than five minutes, and it's not as hard to pick up the run again. I've just gotta stick with it. I'm going out of town today to see Rod Picott and Slaid Cleaves, but I'll find a place to work out there.
I have the day off work tomorrow (thank heavens), so Z and I can do the Jamestown/Colonial Williamsburg thing before catching Tracy Grammer tomorrow night in Williamsburg. We'll do more touristy stuff on Saturday, then Z leaves to play pro and visit family in Oregon, and I won't see him for almost two weeks. Eleven days. I hope I can hold my shit together without him propping me up. It's going to be a real test. Anyway after he leaves, I'm playing in the flight C NAP game with a first-time partner. We practiced on BBO the other night and she's a better player than I thought, so I'm pretty confident. If we win we get a pile of money to go to Detroit for the national finals in the spring. I hear Detroit is lovely in the spring...heh.
Well, I've got to get to work, unfortunately. I really wish I could just not go today. I hope it's nothing like yesterday.
Peace.
I worked out with my trainer yesterday, and I usually take a day off after working with him because I'm always sore, but I've gotten into some bad habits lately, so for the past two weeks, I've gone to the gym every day and I intend to keep going every day until those habits are history. Plus, I knew I really needed to blow off some steam, and working myself into a coma felt like the right kind of therapy. I did a lot of leg and ab stuff, then got on a treadmill and ran for a little bit, walked for a long bit, and ran the last part of my half hour. I've been running almost every day that I work out, and when I started again, I'd pretty much lost all the progress I'd made earlier this year. I'm still nowhere near the shape I was in pre-breakup, but it's coming back a lot quicker this time. Last week it was difficult to run for two minutes straight, or to start running again at all after I'd slowed to a walk. Now I can do more than five minutes, and it's not as hard to pick up the run again. I've just gotta stick with it. I'm going out of town today to see Rod Picott and Slaid Cleaves, but I'll find a place to work out there.
I have the day off work tomorrow (thank heavens), so Z and I can do the Jamestown/Colonial Williamsburg thing before catching Tracy Grammer tomorrow night in Williamsburg. We'll do more touristy stuff on Saturday, then Z leaves to play pro and visit family in Oregon, and I won't see him for almost two weeks. Eleven days. I hope I can hold my shit together without him propping me up. It's going to be a real test. Anyway after he leaves, I'm playing in the flight C NAP game with a first-time partner. We practiced on BBO the other night and she's a better player than I thought, so I'm pretty confident. If we win we get a pile of money to go to Detroit for the national finals in the spring. I hear Detroit is lovely in the spring...heh.
Well, I've got to get to work, unfortunately. I really wish I could just not go today. I hope it's nothing like yesterday.
Peace.
