Monday, August 23, 2010

Words_Back to School, to Prove to Daddy I'm Not a Fool

Today was the the first day of school, so, like any sucker of "fresh starts" and "new beginnings" or any other smile-numbing, feel-good, self-help slogan, I am compelled to document a few painless, non-interesting details, of course, or I wouldn't be me. The start of anything is cause for good documentation, really, so let the games begin.

The weather here in Maryland today was absolutely gorgeous which was an automatic schwing! for the books. A tourist could have easily mistaken Annapolis for the geographical temperature of San Diego, that's how beautiful and non-sweaty it was. All I could think about all day was the amazing run I was going to have at exactly 5 p.m. My iPod strapped to the arm; This American Life streaming through my ears; and the bay wind blanketing my arms and face. No humidity. Just awesomeness.

The day went by pretty smoothly for the first day of school. There were only two surprise-don't-drop-everything-but-a-few-things-would-be-good-to-make-room-for-this-other-big-thing phone calls. I only had to explain to someone once which pages they had access to on our Web site which I guess was not clear in their URL or what they see when they login to update their pages, but that's okay. It's the first day which is the perfect day to be as stupid as you want to be without serious ramifications or judgments.

Around lunchtime, I started to feel a little queasy. A little discomfort. Honestly, crampy with a side of bloatedness. And then I monthly bill had come a day early. Blast! My insides instantly became cramp city with those ruthless sharp pangs that you have to literally brace yourself for. My fantasy of that five o'clock run with the wind whipping through my hair and the taste of salt water on my lips quickly shifted to a date with my bed smothered in my covers with a plate of plump and spicy chicken wings from Chevy's and a gleaming, salted 32-ounce margarita. But no wings or margarita came to my rescue. I ended the day with a few Maryland crabs, courtesy of my brother, two Corona lights, a Mexican hat dance party with my niece and nephews, and a lazy rest of the night watching high quality TV: The Bachelor Pad, Miss Universe, The T.O. Show, Wipeout, Dance Your A** Off, and Tosh.O.

For a first day of school, I can't complain. I didn't get to go for my coveted run but I foresee this in my future (a 5K perhaps?) as well as that delicioso margarita. Ole!

1 comment:

misie said...

eeeesh. not fun.

let's run soon. i bought new running shoes - they dont' squeak. if i could only buy new lungs then i'd really be kick ass. must get my body back in work out mode. feel frail and waify. sp?