Being Refreshed

Stress can take over, if you let it. If you think I'm S.L.B. now imagine what I would be like if I didn't work out.

I am not normally the type of person who sets "personal goals", especially ones like "spend more time with family" or "quit drinking" or "be more patient" because I've tried these things and discovered I was more successful at "make more 'me' time" and "drink nicer wines" and "race around passing lane road hogs". Homer Simpson onced remarked "Can't do it? Don't try". I can live by that motto.

Pretty soon they will close off part of the Y so they can refinish the hardwood floors. That should smell nice. Anyway, I'm already anxious about it. Then the week after that they will close the pool. Argh! If I want to swim I'll have to go elsewhere. I went to the Beast Beangush pool a few times last year when they closed our pool. It's the same floorplan as our Y but the details are different. It's like a bad dream: you are walking through the place and you know where everything is but the reception desk is in a different location, the tiles are a different color, the pool water is green/not blue. At 5:00 a.m. driving down I90 I almost hit a coyote crossing the road. Where the f*** am I??? What am I doing out here?????????????? But I know at least when they re-open our pool that it will be CLEAN and clear and free of things like bandaids and gum, so that's a good thing. Let it go. Let it go.

If I get to wake up and get all the way to the Y in the morning without dealing with pesky husbands, tailgaiters, Hurly Burly, construction, and assholes cutting through the parking lot on a definite diagonal, I'm great. I can have a good workout and get through the day with grace and humor. But it seems more often than I care to admit these days I get zipped by the little things and feel I have this lingering need to be refreshed - to relax a bit more, enjoy the beautiful moonshadow as I drive down 155, even to be thankful for new compression shorts, and not let things get to me so easily. So I decided to set a few personal goals.

1. Draw up a Will, Living Will, Health Care Proxy, Power of Attorney. I'm not planning on popping off anytime soon but I made the appointment so I'll finally get this taken care of just in case I drop dead on the treadmill.
2. Figure out what to do with my parents in their old, old age if they decide to bless me with moving to Albany. Make up a portfolio to hand to them if they have any questions.
3. Stop letting the little things, like the awful foam soap in the showers, get me down. Focus on the long term goals, the big picture, like surviving your 18th birthday. Every year past that, as far as I'm concerned, is a gift.

It's Friday night. Second glass of Pinot Grigio. I feel happy doing this blog and taking the night off, without anyone around (including Pesky Husband). I feel relaxed. Refreshed. It was a good week at the gym and a good week and work. Let's see how things go next week.