Some of my folks climbed today but I told Patti that I felt lethargic and didn't think that I'd be able to get myself up the wall.
I got home and almost instantly climbed into bed. Missed the local news and world news and when I looked at the clock, it was almost 7:30. I still felt lethargic but didn't want to hug the bed too much longer.
Wanted to swim but didn't know if I'd be able to pull myself through the water and, as I started moving around, I realized that the pool was closed for spring break and now, of course, I have a jones for swimming.
Checked my gym's website to see if there were any evening classes but almost every class was already in progress or I'd have to haul it to make it on time.
Thought fresh air might do me some good. Grabbed my water bottle and put pepper spray in my pocket and headed out. As I walked, I thought about boxing: the push back and roundhouse kicks -- how to keep my hands up and not make myself vulnerable.
I thought about how Lee told me to "stay busy" as I shadowboxed. I sparred with Lee yesterday and it felt good not to hold back on punches and kicks. Maybe that's why I'm all tuckered out...
One Meal Away From a Hotter You . . .
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