Friday, October 28, 2011
I want gumbo.
Also, I am still all over the place, although it isn't as bad since my father is out of surgery (and by all reports did fine while under the knife) and my wife is no longer in the emergency room w/a swollen face.
I fought myself and going to the gym yesterday, going from really wanting to go to wanting to go home and curl up on the couch and stare into space until midnight. But I got myself to leave (and getting there is 98% of the battle, trumping G.I. Joe's knowing percentage by a whopping 48%) and got on the treadmill (Thursday is cardio). I put in a 30 minute program and turned my iPod up loud. I wanted to quit after 5 minutes (and after 7 minutes, and 12 minutes...), but I kept telling myself to make it to the next minute milestone marker. The next thing I knew I had 10 minutes left and it was now a "you aren't going to beat me" fight.
And I won.
That might just be the first real victory I can claim all week.