Okay so I really need to do my nails.
I probably really need to do a lot of things.
Gravity isn’t working in my favor as I continue to be drawn in certain directions and what gets done, gets done. What doesn't, doesn't. Not that I’m not a fan of existentialism - I am actually. These are the things I am carving out: writing, working, limited time at a desk, ample time with the ones I love and the things I love, yoga, etc. I probably will force myself to clean the house soon. I’ve had to start putting my shoes up because Sammy the dog has a little shoe fetish I noticed as I was putting on my brand new Tommy Bahama sandals. (Insert ucky face here) Anywho - my house is, shall we say, very organic right now. Like the mold that was growing in my water bottle from the Hammer sport drink I had left over in it. Did you know mold can actually grow to about four inches, makes beautiful colors and learns multiple languages if you let it sit for long enough? It’s true. It’s all true. I guess I've been a little busy (and loving every minute of it) - everything happens all in good time one way or another - so no worries, right? It will all get done.
So today, or yesterday, I confirmed that Strava is not counting my hill runs for the climbing challenge. None of them - not the stairs, not the hill repeats. Only the cycling. I suspected that at first until a very very wise ninja critter told me it could be run OR ride. Silly me believed it. Turns out ninja critter cant read so good. Regardless, my feelings for the ninja critter remain uncompromised. He is still amazing in my book. Mostly because I secretly am glad I did the stairs and the hill training. I do have a tri coming up after all so it is all good. It is a lot of effort no doubt. A Lot. (I encourage you to try it if you don't believe me.) At the point of realization that the 20 hill repeats and ten sets of stairs - seven flights each - would not count, I thought, okay, well, even if I am unable to complete 29,029 feet in cycle climbing by the end of June I have done way more than I would have had I not signed on to the challenge. I’m stronger for it. I’m stronger from the struggle. The Strava reward after all is just a pat on the back anyway if even. So no loss there. Besides, I give props to Strava for trying to bring awareness to the situation in Nepal - and that is what is really important. I also have pushed myself to ride in Wisconsin (which is hilly and gorgeous) and in the wee mornings through town.
I know, I know. You’re thinking I am just some kind of strange optimist. I don’t know. Maybe I am. But why not. It isn’t as if I don’t work hard. And it isn’t as if some things, as you know, in life are super difficult. So why not enjoy the good stuff?
Also, did you know that if you get a splinter in a callous in your foot it is nearly impossible to get out? I don’t know where these splinters are coming from. That's two in a week. Maybe I’ll look it up in my metaphysical handbook and see what it means spiritually. (I am now feeling my friend Blane cringe as I write that which kinda makes me giggle....)
Off to the next thing! Ganbatte yo!