Saturday Morning

It's Saturday morning and I'm tired and feeling like, "Wow, look what I did last week! Glad I'll never have to do that again!" I'm meeting J in 20 minutes for another grueling workout. When I finish (this is the part that worries me) I need to rush home, shower and head off to a special preview showing of the new "Star Trek" with Maki. Um....I can't like....move...when I'm done with those workouts! At least last week, it took me a good 1/2 hour 45 minutes to recover. I'm all shaky and red and sweaty. It's a beautiful site. I'm not sure I can imagine jumping the shower immediately and having the poise to do my hair? Or frankly, the concern. After workouts, and it's kind of a nice blissed-out feeling, I don't really care about anything. ANYthing. This is good for Maki, since most of my workouts are after work and I when I come home I'm not focused on anything messy (that's typical me) so this is yet another lesson in my life to learn from these workouts. Phooey. I'd rather lie in bed and read this morning.

But here I go - I'm putting on my pants, washing my face, trying to make my short hair do SOMEthing so I don't look like Phyllis Diller. And off I go.