Training day six consisted of literally dragging myself to the gym after a horrible night of no sleep. Thanks to Mother Nature unleashing the most intense thunder and lightning storm I have ever experienced. Have I mentioned I am dreadfully afraid of thunder and lightning? And just in case you were wondering hiding under the covers with ear buds in and the volume turned all the way up doesn’t deter the house shaking when the thunder hits.All I could think of were fires and big earthquakes. I haven’t felt quite that terrified since the last time I saw a snake. Or a clown. And I can run away from the clown and snake. Thunder and lightening, not so much. It was a long night.
Back to the gym.
Perhaps it was a good thing I was tired. I powered through my machines, 15 burpees, 15 sit-ups and 20 push-ups like a boss. However, I am wondering how much of a boss I will feel like when I see my trainer tomorrow?
The past few days I have been feeling out of sorts. I am not able to identify why just yet. And I feel different but I can’t describe how. I am guessing it’s a personal growth spurt of some kind since I have an overwhelmingly large amount of feelings that I can’t seem to find a place for. Running has helped, but only long enough for the euphoria to wear off. Usually writing helps, but this time, not so much. The good news is, the house is extra clean and I have started the process of sorting through my clothes. Nonetheless whatever is going on with me feels overwhelming and I hope to have all my feelings sorted out soon.
I have yet to break any pace records, but I have had perhaps the best run I have had in a while. The interesting part was it started out f-ing awful. Like 5 minutes in f-this, I am cutting through the neighborhood and going back home awful. But I didn’t. I kept going. And before I knew it I was lost in the moments of simply running. Feeling alive. No worries. And no feelings to find a place for.
When I was almost home, I didn’t want to stop. I passed the house and weaved through the neighborhood for another mile before the looming darkness decided I had better head for home. It was pure bliss.
Meet the new editions to our furry family, Ginger (left) and Pepper (right). I have wanted to get bunnies for a while. I planned to build a bunny hutch, but I found a gently used hutch at a garage sale. Score. I brought it home, disinfected it and it was as good as new. Much to my surprise Buckaroo was not only interested in getting bunnies, but he wanted to go with me to pick out one. He chose, and named Pepper, me Ginger. Both are females. Buckaroo also helped me set up the hutch and get them both settled. And since, we take them out and let them cruise the yard a few times a day. And they hang out with Buckaroo in his room. To snuggle. Have I mentioned they snuggle? I am grateful to have found yet another small way to connect with Buckaroo. Believe me, being a mother to a nearly 15-year-old boy, finding a way to connect feels and is, extra challenging at times.
Well, I am off to sort through more feelings and clothes. No word on the job for the county I applied for. According to their website, I have moved to the final step prior to either testing or an oral interview. But that was a week ago and I haven’t heard anything! It’s driving me a little crazy. Until next time, always be true to yourself and think like a boss!