What do I do with all this extra funk?
Yesterday I realized I had not noticed the auto withdrawal for my gym fees from my checking account. It's been nagging at me for the past few months, and in true RPM fashion, I pondered the greater meaning of it, came up with five hundred possibilities and then actually called to find out the truth. And the truth was, my membership expired.
Perhaps this is a gentle reminder to me that all things need not be complicated.
So I went to renew my membership and decided since I had a metric ton of electric energy to expend, I would also get my workout schedule back in play. Ninety minutes later I was feeling less jittery and riding the waves of adrenaline into an evening that was scheduled to include a stop by a friends house, a long steamy shower and 3:10 to Yuma.
Do not go from complete inactivity to ninety minutes of bootcamp. It is the perfect equation for migraine. My perfect evening turned into laying on my bed and praying for the ceiling not to crash on my face.
I'm still recovering. And this serves as a reminder to me not to deny that I have the tendency to go to extremes.
I leave you with grapenuts and chalk sauce. A nasty meal, but a funky groove. It's by Blockhead. No jokes please.
Comments
I'm with Jamie---zero to ninety in one sitting? I'd die. I'm impressed that you made it. I still get winded after about 15 minutes. dumb question but did you not drink enough water?
I've been half-ass attempting to get more exercise but I don't get enough cardio. I think I might die on vacation if I try to do any hiking at any kind of elevation.
love the song!