temporary infusion of happiness
Nothing like six assorted pieces of Fugakyu sushi to bring a smile to my face!
2002-06-25
Wrath
The sushi has worn off. All that's left is a tightness in my shoulders and arms and legs. My body is wound up like steel wire, legs wrapped around each other, foot pressing hard into the floor. There a dull pain behind my temples. Any minute now, someone is going to call with a stupid problem, or some other irritation.
And then I'm going to kill that person.
And then I'm going to kill that person.
Such a difference
a few hours make.
It was a pretty crappy day, no doubt. That's what I was thinking when I walked into the gym. I stretched, put on my headphones, and cued up Front Line Assembly. Then I climbed onto the treadmill. I pushed the speed up a little, to better synch my running with the beat. It worked out rather well, I think I've been running a little too slowly. I pushed the weights another rep or two as well. The result? An endorphin high that lasted several hours. I capped it off with a homemade smoothie and some Sir Mixalot, and the evils of the day were purged. Purged I say!
When down moments come on me these days, it's doesn't even sound like the me I see in the mirror. It's the same old excuses and degrading comments I've been saying for years. Decades, even. But they don't even apply anymore. They were from a different place and time, far removed from the reality of the now. My body isn't the same. My mind isn't the same. My life is far different.
And I have some sweet new shorts!
It was a pretty crappy day, no doubt. That's what I was thinking when I walked into the gym. I stretched, put on my headphones, and cued up Front Line Assembly. Then I climbed onto the treadmill. I pushed the speed up a little, to better synch my running with the beat. It worked out rather well, I think I've been running a little too slowly. I pushed the weights another rep or two as well. The result? An endorphin high that lasted several hours. I capped it off with a homemade smoothie and some Sir Mixalot, and the evils of the day were purged. Purged I say!
When down moments come on me these days, it's doesn't even sound like the me I see in the mirror. It's the same old excuses and degrading comments I've been saying for years. Decades, even. But they don't even apply anymore. They were from a different place and time, far removed from the reality of the now. My body isn't the same. My mind isn't the same. My life is far different.
And I have some sweet new shorts!