April 13, 2010
I would really just like to say that there is a perfectly legitimate reason for my lack of blogging this last – er, these last, two months…because I broke my leg and couldn’t exercise…but I can’t…because I didn’t break my leg. I broke something much, much worse! My willpower. It just snapped one day. I hit the snooze one morning and never looked back. Well, maybe I did. It appears the guilt never goes away completely, try as I did to make it. I did go on a hike or two, the first of which was a day or two after my last blog and truly did cause some non-exercisable pain. One form was physical – in the knee (for which I drew comfort in being excused from exercises for about a week); the other was in dignity, which I left no more than two miles from the start of the hike. I have to say, it left me in various bouts of comic relief for my fellow hikers (and myself) as I slipped and grappled with the mud/in the mud/through the mud…for hours…and hours…until we had to turn around due to snow and thunder, whereupon I repeated my self-inflicted mud-bashing. In fact, I brought so much mud back I wasn’t allowed to wear my clothes the same way I came in them for the ride home. Now, really, who doesn’t want a souvenir from a good trip?! Freaks…
So here I sit, finally not resembling a crack addict on her first day of sobriety – the shakes calmed quite a bit after my nice hot shower, although I think I could probably muster enough to simulate believable hypothermic shock symptoms. This is ridiculous. I’m going to eat some chocolate and go to bed.
