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| | Tangerine Dream - Cherokee Lane | ] | You know what I dislike? Being tired and antsy at the same freaking time. Sheesh. Shouldn't that be impossible?
Perhaps my body is starting to run differently now that I'm regularly working out, and my nutritional needs have changed. Maybe I'm not getting an appropriate amount of protein or something. I don't know, but I'm trying to pay attention to how I feel and figure out what I need to feel reasonable. I do know that I have a little more energy now than I had two months ago, so that might be part of it.
Then of course, there is this that happens at least half the time I go to Curves:
Me: * has gone through all the stretches and started the 45 minute drive home *
My Muscles: DUDE! We need to go mountain climbing! Or better - windsurfing! Come on, let's go windsurfing!
Me: * trying to get on the freeway *
My Muscles: No, seriously. How about waverunners and horseback riding!
Me: * on the freeway, about to be able to pay attention, hoping muscles don't stiffen up from all the sitting still right after working out *
My Muscles: Ok, lasertag at least? Lasertag, with the running and hiding and shooting and sneaking?
Me: So, mountain climbing, you say?
My Muscles: Not even. Look here. *barely lifts arm off steering wheel* We can hardly move. All we want is to get home, fall on the bed and pass out.
Me: So, no windsurfing?
My Muscles: We never would have even implied such a thing. It's all we can do just to drive this car after such a long day and then all the pushing and lifting and running in place.
Me: And you'd never exaggerate anything.
My Muscles: Pff, us? Never. Hush now, we're busy being limp. |