That’s exactly what this moving is doing. I really need to get back into running on a regular schedule, but I’m trying to not beat myself up about the fact that moving is a more immediate concern. I simply wasn’t able to go today, between wimping out during the sideways rain, and Hubs not getting home until 5 minutes before my class started… It just wasn’t in the cards for today. Solution? A short run before school tomorrow night and then a first-thing-in-the-morning run on Friday. Ideal? Of course not. Running in the morning is not something I enjoy. BUT. It’s about getting back into the swing of things. A run before class is something that I want need to do each day before class because it really helps me get into the right mental space for a long ass lecture. I’m thinking about adopting a more formal style running routine instead of my current every other day (optimally) plan. It feels rigid, which is why I’ve avoided it thus far.
April goals recap:
buy that front light for my bike by the end of the first weekend
find a local swimming pool and go to one lap swim a week
get a suit for swimming, for everyone’s sake
downsize my personal belongings
get organized, one room at a time
make an appointment with the Vampires
get a haircut
All that organization led to me finding a front light and a lock while downsizing. Okay, these actually belong to Hubs, but as I try to explain to Napoleon, being married means sharing all your stuff even if you don’t want to. Anyway, I won’t be riding my bike to school because we’ll be living more like 15 miles than 5 minutes and my bike weighs almost as much as I do is not designed for commuting. So whatever. We’ll do tradesies if I want to ride my bike somewhere after dark. I got a swimsuit and I adore it (yes, it’s a sport style but it takes me back to my competitive days in a positive way and I love it). As for that goal of swimming once a week. It didn’t happen. As far as I can tell, there is a whopping ONE city pool in this city town ‘burb. ONE PUBLIC POOL. Unspeakably ridiculous. For realz. And it does not have an accommodating schedule. I have done serious downsizing as we will be moving into a house roughly half the size of the current house. It feels really good. I have a tendency to place emotional value on material objects without the ability to also assign relative importance. Which results in a plethora of, for lack of a better word, shit that I don’t actually need. Baggage is ugly.
Moving on. I made, and more importantly, went to an appointment with the Vampires. Why do I call them that? Once you’ve passed the 6 week mark and are eligible to donate again they will call you. All. The. EFFING. TIME. I was averaging 6 calls A DAY (sometimes the calls wouldn’t start until 7:30 pm & I’d still get 6 calls). What to they want? My blood. Plus, the looks you get when you are out and about and announce that the phone call you aren’t taking is from the Vampires are priceless! 😉 The only reason I was hesitating making the appointment was because the last time I had gone in, the woman only nicked the side of my vein and it took me almost an hour to fill the little bag. I ended up with a bruise the size of a softball in the crook of my elbow which took almost a month to disappear. So yes, I was avoiding them. But like a grownup, I made the call sent the email and followed through. The woman who did it this time was awesome! If only I could make appointments with the individual person…
The haircut. A huge deal to me. I maybe get my hair cut once a year. Seriously, even a trim is traumatic. Maybe it’s from my mom giving me a bowl cut in 5th grade? We went camping right before school started that year and the park ranger referred to me and my brother as “your boys” when talking to my parents. This is clearly categorized as a MAJOR TRAUMATIC EVENT from my childhood. For my birthday in 2008, I cut my hair short.
I mean really short. Not intentionally. The woman who cut it gave me a cut that was nothing like what I asked for (another reason I hate getting my hair cut). I even showed her what I wanted and still walked out with a damn Posh Spice wedge cut. I cut off a 22″ braid to donate to Locks of Love, so it was already going to be a big adjustment, let alone getting a cut I HATED. So it’s now been 18 months (almost to the day!) since my last haircut. I’ve finally reached the conclusion that hair grows and therefore a cut is not permanent and therefore should not be so stressful. Right? So I’m ready to do this. I’m hoping to be able to squeeze it in on Friday to cap off a crazy day of moving.
WAY. TOO. SHORT. (also, slightly puffy hangover face)
I clearly did not reach my goals for April, so I won’t be taking any kettlebell classes this month. Am I taking on too much? I dunno. We’ll see how May goes, and I’ll be keeping the classes on my short list of rewards to earn. That list is getting kind of long, so it’s time to earn some of them already!
May goals page is posted. 🙂