so, i keep humming eye of the tiger…

Mal is long and lean and (Good grief, I sound like a George Jones song…) and makes everything look effortless. Marie is like a little Tasmanian devil. She moves faster than any non-Olympian has a right to move and she laughs the whole time she does it. Me, I just make weird faces and hurt a lot.

I had a trainer in college who tried to get me into meditation. When he realised I couldn’t count to five without dwelling on something I shouldn’t be dwelling on, he suggested I try fatiguing myself to death. ‘You’re young. You’ll live. And you’ll have a clear head.’

I took up boxing. Lost 20 pounds in 17 days. Was finally able to do proper push ups. And learned how not to ruminate for the first time in my life.

What I’ve done this weekend. Isn’t anything like what I did in college. But I still can’t laugh without feeling like I’ve been beat about the torso with a baseball bat. Laughing. Sneezing. Pretty much even breathing…hurts like a dickens.

Marie just called me to giggle. ‘I really don’t feel it.’
I’ll give her until the morning.

Mallorie called and said ‘I can barely turn the steering wheel. It hurts so bad.’

And hearing her say that makes me feel some better.

But not much. 🙂