That is the goal today set forth by my fitness coach. I have set my water out and will pour during the day. However, I forgot my lemons and it does not go as fast without them. Setbacks. This fitness challenge I accepted is not easy, but that's the point...it's a challenge. The water part was supposed to be easy, but now it's hard...
|I am tired of bodily functions going awry! Ack!|
I think my current challenge ranks in all of these above definitions at one time or another.
Explanation of what I am gisting (that is a word, damn you spellcheck...it's my derivative of the word gist) at-NOUN: 1)A contest, 2)objection of truth-(my fat barking out at me to stop), ...VERB: 1) inviting myself to continue with lots of pretty pleases, and 2) question why the fuck do I do these things?
Yesterday I ran for an hour but I didn't make it through my PiYo/strength training. I fell asleep. Epic failure. The day was cluttered with so many frazzling university emergencies that after I ran for an hour, I took a shower and went to bed. Wow. The life of an adventurer. Added stress for the next two days is that I am hosting a professor from London and I hope I don't start talking back to him in a British accent. I have a tendency to mimic people when I am with them for a long time. Egads. It's not on purpose. He is a delightful fellow. See. It is happening already.
Maybe that is why I am so ghetto?
Challenges are everywhere. I think we are faced with them every day. Sometimes, there are those who just face the challenge of getting out of bed. I know what that is like on a rainy day or working nights without good rest. However, for some people the challenge goes deeper than that into dread. Those days are really scary. I hope none of you face those moments or if you do you find the courage to escape the blanket monsters.
So do you challenge yourself on occasion? Like a food plan, a hobby, a project, a new goal, a race, a vacation plan, hiking, biking, kayaking, writing, grilling, new recipe? If not, what are you waiting for?
I'm challenging myself to vote this year. I would never skip it, but it is going to be deep dread. I'm worried the establishment is going to be nasty and not sway the delegates so we have an open convention. Boo hiss. Let the dice fall. The Republicans have got to get their poop in a group. How many times can I say that? Ack! It's time to bring in Madea.
Ta ta for now! I'm off to take an English gentleman on a roundabout and off to David Letterman we go. I hope I don't do something totally stupid. So far he is very nice, funny, and full of knowledge. I'm going to soak it up like a sponge.