Do you smell that? It is the sweet, sweet musk of success.
It might be my sweat, but that’d be okay, too. Why? Because that perspiration would imply I engaged in strenuous activity yesterday, outside of moving my fingers across my laptop’s keyboard. I realized there are about four easily accessible recreation areas about 50 feet behind my apartment that I’d never utilized before. Maybe it was selective attention, or maybe I’m just lazy. Whatever the reason, I finally put on my only pair of tennis shoes and conquered the .4 mile Strawberry Hill trail.
I know. Not even half a mile AND I sounded like E.T. during an asthma attack with a bad case of allergies by the time I was done. My fitness is extremely sub-par after a series of health issues, so to complete a measured trail of any length is like winning the gold medal in the Unhealthy Olympics.
After some sweeeeet Brinner with Sara & Alie and a mini Community marathon, I sent off resumés to the unending tabs of jobs I had open in Firefox. Are you counting? That’s two “I’m gonnas” for two, the first time I have succeeded 100% at anything since I graduated in December. I celebrated with an excess of monkey bread.
Today, I’m gonna: hang out with Christy for St. Patty’s day and see the opening of Simon Pegg’s new movie. I’m also gonna try this DIY project with this bracelet that came in today: