I'M SORE! FROM TUESDAY! What have I done wrong?!

I want to run some more, but I can hardly get up from my chair+walk around without creaking+lumbering about. Oof.

I actually did run for a few yesterday. From the BART parking lot to the BART platform. I didn't want to miss my train. Missing the train by seconds makes me so very upset. So defeated. So, I ran. I was sore+huffing by the time I got to the platform, but I didn't miss my train. And I wasn't angry. Cus see: running anywhere usually makes me SO angry. So. Freaking. Angry. Angrier than missing the train, I'd say. Like:

"I can't believe I'm running cus I didn't leave work on time+I know that the train comes at a certain time so why have I allowed myself to get to the train just in time for it to close on my nose while the people inside have a momentarily sympathetic look on their face. Now I have to run to catch the train. Run. RUN! HOOF! GO! SWEATING! LOOKING LIKE A GALLOPING PREYING MANTIS! ARGGGGH! DYINGGGGGG!"

That's how I used to feel running.

Now, I think I'm on an upswing as far as the fitness goes. I'm in so-so shape. my smaller clothes (that I keep - DUH!) are fitting me. I ran on Tuesday, December 12. I ran again to BART on December 14+didn't kick people off of the platform cus I missed my train+cus I hate running.

When will I stop being sore? I'm ready for the treadmill again.

This one:

Except a little less like that. A little more jiggly. A little less beach-y. A little more with shoes. A little less sexy.

But. I ran.

I ran for 15 minutes.

It was on the treadmill at the Y. 15 minutes. Well, I walked about 1 minute 24 seconds of it. I ran most of it, though. I was wearing some Chucks that my sister forgot that she lent to me a few years ago cus I can't find whatever shoes I have that would constitute as workout shoes. But, in some second-hand Chucks, huffing/puffing, with a foot/calf/stomach/brain cramp, next to a super fit 20-something - I ran. For most of 15 minutes.

Yes!

Lorelai: Can I just read for a little bit longer? (1 POINT - LORELAI)

Me: Of course.

I look into her room+she's reading the freaking dictionary.

(2 POINTS - LORELAI)

She wins this round.

Mostly cus he's dedicated to writing whatever he's writing. Awesome.

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She said after school I'll roll up to LA.

Can't you imagine me on the screen someday?

With that walk and that talk of course I can.

Anyone would pay just to try to understand.

How did that mind and those moves get rolled into one?

They'd pay to dodge bullets from your smoking gun.

How deep can you cut with that tongue.

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My back home manner was my main drain.

Said she could feel and hear it in the way I talked.

Said the boys out here don't quite understand just how to deal with a real woman.

That's why I letyou hang around the way I do.

And I don't mind that you're leaving soon.

Found this on the sidewalk on the way to work. The voyeur in me (in all of us) is intrigued. I can't read all of the words. I'd hire this guy...

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Experience

Manufactured (lots of drunk people in a bar in [SOMEWHERE])

Managed (to slip away from SP Police Dep.)

Planned

Designed

Lead a team

Implemented

Observed

Communicated

Created

Business

Operations

Coached

Produced (a certain plant)

Negotiating

Put in a position to be successful: Wingman for Jesse

Problem Solved

I've got the experience to do the job.

I'm the man you're looking for.

My repertoire is wide+deep

Don't know how you could ask for more

Panama late night

[SOMETHING] out of bars

Strip club in Canada

Smashed glasses

Job; Mob

There's one in town. I walk by, but never go in .I just can't seem to make work-out-specific clothes make sense.

SWEATS ARE SO MULTIFUNCTIONAL! You know those sweats you bought 6 years ago that are too small now? Not they're sexy lil house pants that you can sloppily seduce your lover with while you re-heat 2-day-old leftovers+drink wine that's been aerated cus you forgot to put the top back on last night. You know those sweats your partner has? They're your period pants when said partner doesn't notice. You know those sweats your ex left at your house before ya'll broke up? They're kindling for a fire. As far as tops - gimme a racerback tank any day! You can wear it to the gym+then wash your pits in the bathroom sink+roll out onto the streets+then take your bra off at the end of the day+you have instant pajamas. Or maybe I'm the only one that does these things.

Also, $$. I looked online. A pair of pants+a top will run you $100. That's from the sale section...

And then there's the fact that I've only done yoga once.

I mean, folks are into the clothes or the company wouldn't be in business. I'm sure the quality is superb+that they've got awesome customer service+that they take care of their employees. I haven't checked Yelp, but that's probably the case. Lululemon has made it. That's awesome for them. Really.

All of that aside, on the list of Last Things I Want To See On Any Given Day is: fit women in yoga clothes. And whadya know... at the store last night, I spotted one. She was right beside me in line.

Between quickly scarfing down the double-serving of cheese+cracker samples that I had Lorelai get for me from the cheese section+trying to simultaneously suck my stomach in+also trying to come across as flippantly confident, I'm pretty sure I was exuding sheer+utter core strength. My Downward Dog confidence was in full  force. Bikram+Vinyasa ain't got shit on me when I'm feeling like crap!

Really tho... She was all:

And I was all: [imagine me looking all frumpy with cheese+crackers stuffed in my cheek+my stomach sucked in underneath all of my layers of non-form-fitting clothes+Lorelai standing next to me wondering why I was being all weird+staring at the lady next to me in such a salty way.]

The lady next to me didn't care.

I did. Obviously.

Or I wouldn't have noticed that she looked disheveled but totally hawt. She seemed to be lacking the guile to have planned her perfectly mussed hair+dewy glow. It's just how it she rolled after yoga or whatever. Then I looked at her butt when she turned around (you would have too. duh.) +it was pert+firm+there it was... the freaking Lululemon logo staring back at me.

KHAAAAAAN!

I gotta get back in shape, man. I don't think I'll buy workout clothes, but I wanna be in shape in such a way that I can almost justify needing special clothes for all the flexible+strong things that I do at the gym. Until that day. I should also prolly work on my self-confidence. Cus who cares who wears what at the grocery store? Heh. I DO!

So. Yes. Gym. But not tonight tho... I have some beer at home that I gotta finish so that I'm not tempted by it when I for real get serious about working out.

ps. Had this convo w/Rhasaan while writing this:

R: Whatcha doing?

Me: Writing.

R: About what?

Me: Yoga pants.

R: Nice!

Me: *shoots eyeball daggers*

R: What?! You look nice in yoga pants!

Me: I DON'T HAVE ANY YOGA PANTS! I have SWEATS!

R: ...

My first project was curtains. I hate (HATE) aluminum blinds. They remind me of living in a place that I hated living in. The place had bent up aluminum blinds. You can bend them back, but they never get straight again. I hate the look. I hate the sound. Bad, visceral mem'rieees. Yuck.

My mom came over under the guise of having a "sewing party." I didn't quite know what, exactly, I wanted to do. I have quite a few things I want to make for our place. So, we walked to a fabric store that's really close (very cool!)+picked out a pretty floral fabric.

I haven't sewn much before, so my mom had to explain+prep things for me, but once we got going, we were able to get 3 curtains out - 2 for the main windows, 1 for the back door window.

After almost having a breakdown when curtain 3 didn't fit the rod that we have for it, my mom calmed me down+we took the old aluminum blinds (shudder) down+got to hangin'.

Love 'em. Th anks, mom!

*self-stank-eye*

Cats.

They're fun.

They're friendly.

They're snuggly.

They also like to be sneaky. I don't know why (hint: it's cus I'm a spazz), but I have an irrational fear of cats hanging above doors (srsly. I've had the thought - a lot)).

Do not build this. Do not enable your cat to sneak up on you+pounce you from above.

Cus your cat love you. But given the chance, your cat WILL get you.