2010 Blog: Post Two

So today was rough. I woke up groggy and in extreme denial of morning (largely due to the fact that, surprise surprise!, I did not go to bed early last night. I can tell this is going to be the most difficult goal to attain). Not to mention, I was in the middle of a really weird dream involving a rather odd game of cards in an igloo-like structure that had me scouring plans and overloaded with plastic penguin figurines. I truly have no idea. Anyway, yes, the day started off sluggish. I found myself at the vending machine well before noon in order to acquire the joyously highly caffeinated Diet Mountain Dew can that was released to me in its glorious neon green splendor. Hello, Dew! On top of that, my inbox continually refilled itself with incoming messages as soon as I cleared out an old one. Quite frustrating if you ask me. Not to mention, my productivity this week has been sub par due to extraneous tasks overloading my "To Do" list inhibiting me from getting to my work. Oh, and additionally, apparently 2010 is turning into the year of the telephone. You see, I am a firm believer in e-mail. I LOVE e-mail. As a self-proclaimed rogue loner (due to my only child syndrome), I avoid direct human contact at all costs. This includes telephonic communication. I love the impersonal, non-immediate, non-confrontational aspect of e-mail. Well, this year, no one seems to be taking my hint of strictly e-mail communication because I have gotten more phone calls in the past week-and-a-half than I care to get in a year. And today, the phone call influx continued. There was more, but I'll spare the details and work toward getting to the point. So I was rather irritable by the time I got into my freezing cold vehicle for my homeward journey. Thank God the commute home was not bad, because I don't think I could have taken Boston traffic today. Though, my phone call in to Mix 104.1 that landed me on the radio was kinda fun. Anyway, I pull up in my driveway tired, ravenous, and still a little perturbed, grab my mail, and proceed up the walk. And there, on the stoop, resides this little package of joy taking the form of small white box. The funny thing is, I see the box and got mad excited. I knew I was expecting something, and of course it had my name on it, but for the life of me, I couldn't remember what it was! I scramble inside trying to control my bags (yes, everyone knows I'm the bag lady) and the mail while dodging the cat who's at my feet, rubbing my legs and nudging me with her head. I finally get everything out, take out the scissors, and slice the now fragile tape holding in the contents of the box. And there it was. The proverbial Heavenly "Ahhhhhhhhh!" in which the sun shines, breaking through the white, fluffy cumulus as the golden gates burst open welcoming all who wish to enter. My study materials from the ISSA have arrived!!! :) Materials include:
1 Fitness Text (all 772 pages of it. That's A LOT of fitness!)
1 Workbook
1 Studyguide
Course quizzes/practice examination
Faqs/Explanations
AND 1 Fitness Applications DVD

And what's funny is, when I started perusing the materials when I got home from the gym, I kinda saw it, ya know? Like wow, this could be reality. My career ideas could be A CAREER. Career. There's that funny word that always seems to apply to everyone else, but never to me. Do you ever find that? Aging is funny because as a child, you watch adults. You see their lives. You're taught all these things. You have all these hopes and dreams. You want to grow up and be a doctor, a lawyer, a teacher, a pilot. Have a career. Get married. As a girl, I always dreamed of getting married. Omg I'd dress up, I'd make up pretend fiances (they usually took the form of whatever actor I was crushing on at the time. I swear, at one point, Leo DiCaprio and I were MADLY and torridly in love. I digress.), we'd have this extravagant wedding and go to some exotic locale on our honeymoon (me and Leo, that is). And there I was, in my mind, the Marine Biologist, successful (at the time I had no idea Marine Biologists made shit, but that's not the point) and married to yet another successful person with a career. And there we were, this successful, careered, married couple. And that was life. But it wasn't real. But this box . . . the contents of this box represent the reality of that fantasy. Holy shit, it could really happen to me. I could really be that successful careerwoman. And the box's arrival today brings me one step closer. I guess that's the whole point of my post today. I'm one step closer with something. And I'm stoked.

And not to be remiss, but getting back to my sluggish day. So, yes, the arrival of the box was paramount. But I was still upset from my day and everything else. So much so, today was a struggle to go to the gym day. One where if Steve wasn't home, I don't know that I would have gone. Even when I got there, I was like, ugh, seriously? And it was just shoulder day for crying out loud! My easiest day! But I sat down on the shoulder press after my bike warm-up and started lifting. By the time I was done with that and moved onto the free weights, I was in my groove (it also helped that by that time, my heart rate was up, so I was much warmer than when I first arrived). And with the help of Jesse (McCartney), NKOTB, and the cast of Glee, I sorta rocked it. And then I got on the elliptical and banged it out (rather impressive considering it's post leg day and that's always rough on the cardio). Seventy minutes of elliptical later, I was feeling better. Endorphins, people. Go out there and release 'em! But I'm still going to bed late. Oh well. We'll try for tomorrow!