Since I don't have any earth shattering news today I thought I'd just blog for the sake of blogging. Novel idea, huh?
Today I ran 3 of the worst miles I've seen in a long time. I ran them on the treadmill which could be part of the problem. I kept having to jump off because I felt like, at any moment, I would be propelled back into the weight machine behind it. It was a scary thought, and therefore made the 3 miles that much harder. I guess it didn't help that I was trying to study for a test while I did it. I have never, and guess I will never, figure out how people read while they are on the treadmill. I once belonged to this gym (oh, yeah, that gym) that had a "movie room" with a bunch of treadmills, elipses, etc and a big gigantic tv. The lights were kept off and the movie just played over and over again. While it seemed like a good idea in theory, I couldn't get the illuminated portions of the treadmill to stop "jumping" while I ran, so it made me nauseous and I stopped going to that gym (okay, so if you've been reading this blog long enough you know that's not really why I stopped going there....).
Anyway, basically the miles sucked and I'm glad that I don't live somewhere really really cold where running on the treadmill is a matter of safety rather than convenience. Bring on the spring-like temps!
Yesterday, I sortof had a meltdown. Wedding planning started to be not-so-fun. I was really stressed out between work, school, wedding stuff, life in general, and the fact that I couldn't find the end of the laundry hamper. I was just in a bad mood for most of the day. Today, on the other hand, I woke up with sounds of birds chirping above my head. On the way to work, I opted for Earth, Wind, and Fire sing-a-longs, rather than my usual Wall Street Journal This Morning. I couldn't stop thinking about how dang happy I am. How good I really have it. And how much I truly love my life. I even sent Troy an email that said (and seriously...this is what it said): "I was just sitting at a red light and thought about how lucky I am to have you and I just wanted you to know that."
I just can't even make up stuff that good.
I even began to make myself a little nauseous with all the happy thoughts. And it just progressed through the day like that. Just happy happy happy. Even when I hated running on that treadmill this afternoon, I thought about how lucky I was to have such a sweet gym within 10 feet of the couch.
I don't know what's going on. I guess I'm just having a really good day.
But it makes me wonder, why isn't every day this good? What part of my brain do I need to turn on or off to make every day this sickeningly good?????