Thursday, July 8, 2010


A good friend of mine has recently started running.  She has made a lot of progress in a short amount of time and I'm really proud of her!  On several of our morning meetings at a local track, she has talked about a Boot Camp exercise class that she has participated in.  
Being a glutton for punishment up for a challenge, I decided I’d join her to see what this class was all about.  Besides, I need to work on something besides obsessively running.
I picked out my clothes and set my alarm for 4:45 a.m. so I could be at the gym in time for the 5:15 a.m. class.  And this is grounds for commitment to an insane asylum because I’m on my summer break.
As usual, I woke up way before the alarm.
After arriving at the gym (and signing all the paperwork to try out the gym as a guest), we headed down to the gallows gym only to be informed that the teacher had a sick child and the class was cancelled. 
Well, pfffshht!
So, we tried a quick round of basketball.  It was brutal reminder of why I was the team benchwarmer.
I think I’ll have Nutella for breakfast now.

Saturday, July 3, 2010

How can I start a new project when I currently have 47 projects going on?

Earlier this week, I received a Kindle (for those of you who don’t know, a Kindle is a small electronic device that can hold thousands of books and magazines in it [or is it on it] and you really should get out more often) and I promptly paid to download five books and then downloaded 15 additional free books.
In my pre-Kindle days, I had a book by the bed, a book by my chair in the den, a book on my desk at work, and a book in my bag that I gave a ride from work to home and back again each day.  I can read all these books and not get them confused.  This is not to impress you but just a feeble attempt to explain how my sick little twisted mind works.
Now I have currently have 20 books at my fingertips and I am like a crack addict working up a good fix.  So far, I’ve read a chapter of Sherlock Holmes, two pages of Anna Karenina, a passage or two of Frankenstein, four chapters of Born to Run, six recipes in Not Your Mother’s Slow Cooker Recipes, almost the first chapter of The Happiness Project, and the first two chapters of Unclutter Your Life in One Week.  My hand shakes as I convince myself not to open up another book.
Last night, I woke up during the night wondering where the heck I last stored the slow cooker, pondering how I could go about arranging my own happiness project, worrying if I purged enough from my closet yesterday after being inspired to rid my life of clutter, contemplating taking a run without shoes (not really) and thinking about ways I can convince my husband that we must have a pet praying mantis (that last one is random and actually wasn’t an idea presented in any of the books).
Today, I’ve pledged to only read from one book on the Kindle and I’m struggling with which one.  My head feels like it could explode.  I don’t understand why this many choices gets to me because I have far more options on my book shelf.  Is it because I am inherently lazy and once there is a book in my hand, I am not so inspired to get up and look for another?  Is there something hypnotic about turning the pages of an actual book?
It is possible I’ll need an intervention…