All right. I did it. I went jogging today.
I have no idea what possessed me to do it. I thought - "Well, I don't feel like biking, and I really don't want to go to the gym, so maybe I'll go down to the park and jog."
Is this really Cassie talking?
I've been on vacation and eating like a pig with NO exercise for the past couple weeks. I thought it was high time to tighten and lift some things. But by jogging?
Why didn't I just go to the pool and swim it off? Seems like a more acceptable form of exercise - but no. I had to pant and sweat and get shin splints for the sheer joy of running for recreation. I'll stick to biking. Speaking of which, the MS 150 is coming up and as soon as I get some scratch to sign up, I'll be hitting the Donations Box again. Hooray!
Plus I'm really nervous about my tooth issue. I'm getting it pulled on Tuesday and I'm not too happy about it. I also got another letter from the Peace Corps telling me I 'missed' some immunizations, my eye doctor didn't fill out his form correctly, and one of my lab tests was incorrect - so I have to take it over. What gives? Not only will I wear that damn baby tooth around my neck while in South America - I'm going to make a t-shirt that says,
Bureaucratic Bull-Shit - Call Me!
They must really want you to be sure that volunteering in a 3rd world country is really what you want to do for the next 2 years of your life. Maybe it's so that when you're FINALLY done with all the hoops they send you through, you are so GLAD to be going, that high will keep you going when you realize you're living in a hut for 27 months.
I'm feeling a little disgruntled lately, but I'm trying to stay positive. That damn tooth is really going to take all of my remain goodwill. I can't even imagine walking around like Cleavus (that's the female Cleatus - with boobs) talking about my home town of Dog Patch for 2 months.
So instead of dwelling on it, I'm going to St. Louis for the weekend to visit Amber. Hooray for small pleasures!