The Resistance of Everyday Things
Nighttime. I was going to go to bed an hour early tonight but I somehow caught a second wind, so here I am for a bit.
Today was an upper-body day. My arms, back, and shoulders are completely fried. When I was taking off my gym shirt I could feel my forearms shaking. It went well but I'm pretty sure I'll be quite sore. Not a big deal - it's kind of a delicious feeling. Nothing relaxes you quite like squeezing the everloving shit out of your body parts for an hour.
Deliciousness was also found out there today, and for the first time in a long time. It was in the upper fifties today, so I took a walk to the supermarket for Diet Coke. There were some stubborn puddles I still had to hop - Indy's drainage is a joke - but it was pretty warm out there. A sweatshirt was enough. I brought my ipod along and bopped out all the way there and back.
The local schizophrenic lady was ahead of me in line trying to buy a two-liter of Coke Zero and a jar of peanut butter. She didn't have enough. I offered to buy her the Coke but she refused outright, something that shocked me. You think you know people!
Today's interview went well so I'm hoping that she gets the job. I'll know in a week's time, and I trust the lady who interviewed my client to get back to me. You can size people up sometimes.
Otherwise it's February. The shortest (thankfully) month of the year carries on. Soon the Spring rains will come and the last of the plowed snowbanks will evaporate. Green will find its way back. And there I'll be.
It occurred to me as I was walking back from the store that I've changed this season. I was a weak person with a litany of pains - weird back, weird knees, weird neck. And now it's all melting away. I'll come out of the winter in much better fighting shape. It's almost as if it happened while I slept, like I somehow retooled hibernation into a generative strategy. While the bears were napping and shedding their pounds, I was largely switched off and shuffling my pounds around like a deck of cards. We all have our tricks. I wouldn't call it a metamorphosis, but I will call it a welcome turn of events. Improved mobility is nothing to discount or scoff at - being more comfortable in your skin is a profound improvement to one's quality of life. In my own kinda-sorta way I'm beginning to feel like a tugboat or a freight train. Something with a big engine. Stronger. More power. It's like when you stand in a doorway and press your arms against the jamb, and then you step out and your hands float up. I feel lighter, bouncier, less resigned to gravity, like the physical resistance you encounter in everyday things - a flight of stairs, a gallon of milk - has been dialed way back. The world feels softer, and that's a heckuva way to enter into Spring if you ask me.
Okay, nighty night.
Today was an upper-body day. My arms, back, and shoulders are completely fried. When I was taking off my gym shirt I could feel my forearms shaking. It went well but I'm pretty sure I'll be quite sore. Not a big deal - it's kind of a delicious feeling. Nothing relaxes you quite like squeezing the everloving shit out of your body parts for an hour.
Deliciousness was also found out there today, and for the first time in a long time. It was in the upper fifties today, so I took a walk to the supermarket for Diet Coke. There were some stubborn puddles I still had to hop - Indy's drainage is a joke - but it was pretty warm out there. A sweatshirt was enough. I brought my ipod along and bopped out all the way there and back.
The local schizophrenic lady was ahead of me in line trying to buy a two-liter of Coke Zero and a jar of peanut butter. She didn't have enough. I offered to buy her the Coke but she refused outright, something that shocked me. You think you know people!
Today's interview went well so I'm hoping that she gets the job. I'll know in a week's time, and I trust the lady who interviewed my client to get back to me. You can size people up sometimes.
Otherwise it's February. The shortest (thankfully) month of the year carries on. Soon the Spring rains will come and the last of the plowed snowbanks will evaporate. Green will find its way back. And there I'll be.
It occurred to me as I was walking back from the store that I've changed this season. I was a weak person with a litany of pains - weird back, weird knees, weird neck. And now it's all melting away. I'll come out of the winter in much better fighting shape. It's almost as if it happened while I slept, like I somehow retooled hibernation into a generative strategy. While the bears were napping and shedding their pounds, I was largely switched off and shuffling my pounds around like a deck of cards. We all have our tricks. I wouldn't call it a metamorphosis, but I will call it a welcome turn of events. Improved mobility is nothing to discount or scoff at - being more comfortable in your skin is a profound improvement to one's quality of life. In my own kinda-sorta way I'm beginning to feel like a tugboat or a freight train. Something with a big engine. Stronger. More power. It's like when you stand in a doorway and press your arms against the jamb, and then you step out and your hands float up. I feel lighter, bouncier, less resigned to gravity, like the physical resistance you encounter in everyday things - a flight of stairs, a gallon of milk - has been dialed way back. The world feels softer, and that's a heckuva way to enter into Spring if you ask me.
Okay, nighty night.