Gym every day this week, still enjoying it a lot. Have noticed though that my metabolism is speeding up and I feel hungrier in the mornings. That’s good though, right? Feeling real hunger is better than just eating because it’s time to eat.
I know my fiance doesn’t share my view on this, but I kind of love getting up early in the morning and being outdoors before 7am. Everything is so fresh and clean and quiet, especially this time of year.
We went to Japanese class last night, and the whole time I was filled with anxiety about my dropping quiz scores. For some reason I have hit a wall and can’t absorb the material as well. It’s getting harder, naturally. Admittedly I haven’t been studying that much either. Brian continues to do well.
Even though it’s “just a night class” that I am taking for my own personal fun, I still feel this internal pressure to excel and get a very good grade. An A. I want to feel like all those stupid treks on two buses out to freezing cold Balboa Park were worth my time. Also I really like my sensei and don’t want her to think I am a lazy dumbass.
So remember those cute red shoes I got last weekend? My poor feet don’t like them. They are comfortable enough — for people who are accustomed to regular high-heel wearing. Which I am not. I never wear a heel taller than two inches; these are three. I was teetering around in pain yesterday almost as soon as I got out my front door. Wah.
Even worse, I was accosted and TOUCHED by a crazy drunk bum on my way to the gym yesterday morning. He was mumbling and then wouldn’t let me pass him on the sidewalk. Then, he reached out and lightly slapped at my arm. DON’T FUCKING TOUCH ME, I loudly said as I went around him. And it was then that I realized that, as a ninja? I will need to be quick on my feet at all times, and therefore shouldn’t wear uncomfortable shoes, especially when I’m alone. Crappity. If I had been wearing regular shoes, that guy never would have even brushed my sleeve.
I don’t mind getting up early now that working out has become a regular habit. However, I usually don’t officially wake up until we’re nearly 15 feet from the front door of the gym.
Japanese class is just that, a japanese class. Besides, you’re a good student and I doubt you will get lower than a B.
As far as the shoe situation goes… when I try on new shoes I think two things
1. Can I run away from a threat in these shoes?
and
2. how will these shoes feel when I kick something?
That helps me decide which shoes I should buy.
You’re so totally soxy.
That means you are strong like an ox and sexy like one, too.
I am going to adopt your shoe policy for some shoes, but not for my comfortable summer sandals. Which I can run in, by the way. Run a marathon in! As long as that marathon is two blocks long.
Those shoes are cute but I can see your point about walking in them. I started wearing heels about 5 years ago – because it would intimidate some of the men I worked with (being taller than they are).
But drunken bums… sigh that situation always makes me really uncomfortable. I feel sorry for them and I hate the people that make money by selling them liquor but I don’t want them to touch me or talk to me.