The water company decided to start tearing up the street and digging and beeping their trucks and yelling and basically making a lot of noise late yesterday, until almost 11 PM. I’m sure whatever they were doing was necessary for me to have the luxury of running water in my home, but their timing was terrible. I had the alarm set for 5:20 this morning so I could hit the gym before work, since my boyfriend and I are heading to my younger stepson’s football game this evening.
(I really need to come up with nicknames and a cast of characters so I can stop saying “my boyfriend” or “my younger stepson” and just make it easier! Keeping this blog anonymous makes for a lot of extra words. Thanks, stalker.)
I ended up dragging myself out of bed this morning, and I ran for 45 minutes on the treadmill at the gym. You’d think I’d get a longer workout after getting up that early, eh? No, because a huge chunk of time is burned up just getting my hair ready for the gym. Yep, you read that right. My hair.
My hair is quite long, about to my waist. And it loves nothing more than to tangle, get into knots, and chuckle with amusement at me trying to gently work all those twists and turns out without damaging my hair. So I can’t just toss it into a quick ponytail or braid, especially for running. Sweat works like glue and mats it all together into even bigger super-knots that tighten up like the face-hugger’s tentacles in Alien. So I douse it with detangling spray, comb out all the knots, and twist it until I can make a bun at the back of my head.
I really considered staying in bed this morning. It wasn’t my fault the water company was tearing up the neighborhood late last night, now was it? But I have been on a good streak, exercising and logging my food and staying under my calories. I didn’t want to break it now. And it just so happens that the stepson we are seeing tonight is the one who mentioned that I have lost weight. And if Psycho happens to notice as well, and burns with seething jealousy, well, all the better, my friends. If she’s going to do all this stalking and watching me and following me around, I may as well give her something to talk about!
Sweat & Sparkle 