I rushed home yesterday because it looked like it was going to rain and I wanted to try to jog before it started. I run in to the house, throw on some gym clothes and they proceed to do some quick stretches. I really should have done more stretches. On my trip home I had measured out a mile so I knew how far I had to run. I probably made it a 1/4 of a mile before my entire lower body cramped up. :plain: I think it is still pissed at me for pushing it too hard on Sunday. It needs to recover by this Sunday because, as you can see from the schedule I now have posted above, I have a game at 7. At least this week isn’t a double-header like last week.

I did set my alarm for 5:20 this morning and I got up and looked out the window. I decided I am going to wait till I can get ahold of some pepper spray before I start running in the morning. It was really dark out and the root I have mapped takes me down a road I wouldn’t feel safe running on by myself. I really need to get a GPS and map out a 1 mile route through my neighborhood rather than down a major road.

My father should be very proud. He has now reached his goal of owning the three ugliest cars on the road in America today: the Mini Cooper, the Honda Element, and the Scion XB. Technically the Element is Mom’s and the Scion is staying in Florida, but I can tell you that he picked all three out. 😛 (As Lachrymose just pointed out, Pop still has the PT Cruiser, so that makes the fatherly type people 4 for 4.)

Question of the day: Is it possible to have a pinched nerve in your ass? :confused:

Anyone want a Labradoodle? I will sell her to your really cheap.

If you can’t figure out why I wrote that line just take a look at the original time of this post. I am udpating it now at 8:57 AM. I am finally at work despite the fact that Tillie woke me up 3 times last night. I love her to death, but she has no concept of weather. She doesn’t understand that when it is raining very heavy and there is a Tornado watch that Mommy doesn’t want to take her for a walk.

I had set my alarm for 30 minutes early this morning and I had the intentions of getting up and going jogging before getting ready for work. Of course Tillie fouled that up and I ended up resetting my alarm for 15 minutes later than usual at around 4 this morning after I had been up for an hour. I am going to give the whole jogging thing another try when I get home from work today. Fingers crossed.

So I’ve decided that by the time Mom gets back from Disney I want to look significanlty different. I want her to hop off the plain and tell me how good I look. No, I am not talking about getting a hair cut (I do have an appointment on the 9th, but that isn’t what I meant) I am talking about losing the weight I have gained back since before graduation.

There’s no reason I should feel as sore as I have after my Volleyball game on Sunday. I should be able to handle a few serves and volleys before getting out-of-wind and achy. There is also no reason that I should not fit into the tons and tons of clothes that I have in my closet. I am going to make a change now and it is going to be permanent this time. It is time for a lifestyle transformation.

Last Thursday when my friend John came over he brought along pictures he took of his family trip to Disney World. I guess that combined with exhaustion caused my subconcious to have a field day last night. I don’t remember the entire dream, but I do remember being on vacation with John’s family on what looked like a cruise ship, but I don’t think it was a cruise ship. I remember a grand multi-story lobby with some curving stairs, which is where I felt that it looked like a cruise ship. Oh well, I woke up laughing even though the dog woke me at 5 in the morning to pee, so I must have had fun on the “cruise ship” with the Bintz family.

Today I will be practicing a little movement I am going to call the Move-and-Wince. Yesterday afternoon, around 4:45, I sat down at my computer and found an e-mail from my Volleyball team captain that said we had a game at 6 and another at 7. :O

I jumped up from the computer threw on my shoes, filled a water bottle and headed to Dicks for some knee pads. I then headed up Joppa Rd towards the Townson YMCA. I found it with surprisingly little difficulty. When I got there I pulled out the schedule in my typical Social Phobic/OCD manner to check once again that I had the right day and time. Then I followed some people towards one of the buildings. I ask the receptionist where I needed to go for Volleyball and she indicated a door to her left and a set of stairs just beyond.

I get to the bottom of the stairs and walk into the gym area. The Volleyball courts were really nice. Good nets with a rubberized gym floor. Not very condusive to sliding, but a good grippy surface. The two courts were split by a large blue tarp so that the games wouldn’t interfere with one another.

I found a little map that indicated which was Court A and which was Court B. I went to stand over by Court B so that I could increase my chances of finding my team. I stood for a while looking at each person hopefully as they walked through the gym as if they were coming to introduce themselves as one of my new teammates. Between hopeful glances I watched some of the play on the court. This is when I realized I was going to get my ass kicked.

I have never played real Volleyball against guys before, and these guys were good. They all could get up over the net for blocking and hitting and they all had strong overhead serves. I just knew I would have to hustle and play smart. My body whimpered at what my head was thinking. I could just feel it saying, “WHAT??? You want us to hustle?!?! hehe, yeah right. We haven’t hustled in a long time. I think the joke here is on you.”

As I am leaning against the wall trying to convince my body that the joke is on it I heard someone say my name. I turned my head to see a group of people discussing looking for me in the phone book. That of course is not possible, since I am not listed. I walk over and ask if they are the “Rag Tag Team” and they knod their heads and my terrifying people with my hopeful glances has at last ended. I introduce myself and I at last have my team.

We went on the court and I proceeded to do that hustling that my body told me couldn’t be done. We ended up losing all the games in the double-header that we played, but we didn’t do so without giving the other teams a little bit of a run for their money. I think once we get more play time and I convince my body that hustling is indeed possible then we will be a great team.

So back to the Move-and-Wince. That of course is what I am doing today because I forced my body to do what it did not want to do last night.

Tip-of-the-day: Eating yogurt with a fork is BAD. Now if you will excuse me, I must go try to wash the Cherry Vanilla goodness off of my shirt.