Notes to self — weird or wise?
The following is an e-mail from the past, composed on Monday, August 25, 2008, and sent via FutureMe.org
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Dear FutureMe,
Tomorrow should start the Winter Olympics. Here’s hoping that the motivation at working out and taking care of yourself that you felt while you watched the summer Olympics in Beijing wasn’t wasted. If it’s February, then it’s time for snowboarding, and it would really suck for the 3rd year in a row to just not be fit enough to do it.
Please, future me. I have faith in you. You don’t need bootcamps. You don’t need classes. You just need to get up and do things yourself.
Sending love,
Me
Interesting words of wisdom today from the me of 2008. Personally, I love FutureMe.org, and will likely use it again. Of course, nothing hits home how stuck you are in a rut until you hear the same spiel you’re still spouting and notice nothing’s really changed in a year and a half.
I may not need classes, but I am exploring Netflix for new workout videos for home — and am open to suggestion! PLUS I’m also wearing my Valentine’s present — VFF sprints. Nothing was so strange as trying to coax my little toes into their own separate toe pocket was today, but now that they’re on, they are really amazingly comfortable just to wear — in the midst of this hectic day at work, I considered just walking my toe-shoes away and never coming back, but I digress…. They do sort of feel like I left the climbing shoes on after leaving AtlantaRocks more than anything.
As I write this, it’s 3pm and I’m in “my-god-I-want-chocolate-now” mode, which means I’m probably just thirsty. I haven’t worked out, haven’t gotten up when my “get up” reminders went off. I’m generally stumbling around in pile of work crap trying to dig my way out, and thinking that if I can just get a handle on this, then I can relax… then I can run my errands… then we can go to Alabama for the weekend… then I can try out these VFFs on the treadmill or doing a step aerobics video. But I’m so caught up in feeling overwhelmed, I’m barely making progress. Sounds like most other aspects of my life these days, but now… with a post/vent about it all, perhaps it is purged and I can move forward today while there is still daylight to burn.
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