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I actually got a work out today. Not a full 2 hours (closer to an hour of actual working) because I'm not quite back up to par, but it was probably one of the most fulfilling excursions yet. It was brilliantly sunny (tan in progress!), comfortably warm (for me), and I had my isolation. I worked my left foot a TON and am currently paying for it. I had to brace it when I got home. That "not-broken" spot that's been plaguing me for the last SIX YEARS when I overdo it is aching significantly.
The best part, though, was after I'd done all the work-y things and had stretched again, but decided I didn't want to go back in yet, so I just goofed off with the ball to my MP3 player. This basically consisted of me singing along to Dirty Work, occasionally dancing around the ball, and slamming the hell out of the ball and then chasing it down again when it inevitably sailed waay over the net. One of them was a gorgeous upper-right corner shot, and I hit the rebound and that ball FLEEWW (like over the fence, over the hill, almost over the road), and the gleeful satisfaction I felt after that was about equal to a nacho-dropping company front.
This is the kind of catharsis I need. :D
And now I am clean, lotioned, well-fed (proooteeeiiiin), and slumming around in my favorite tank top and shorts with my foot propped up. Whoo.
i freaking love ground beef.
The best part, though, was after I'd done all the work-y things and had stretched again, but decided I didn't want to go back in yet, so I just goofed off with the ball to my MP3 player. This basically consisted of me singing along to Dirty Work, occasionally dancing around the ball, and slamming the hell out of the ball and then chasing it down again when it inevitably sailed waay over the net. One of them was a gorgeous upper-right corner shot, and I hit the rebound and that ball FLEEWW (like over the fence, over the hill, almost over the road), and the gleeful satisfaction I felt after that was about equal to a nacho-dropping company front.
This is the kind of catharsis I need. :D
And now I am clean, lotioned, well-fed (proooteeeiiiin), and slumming around in my favorite tank top and shorts with my foot propped up. Whoo.
i freaking love ground beef.