It's 7 in the morning and I've already gotten up, put on deodorant, and jogged more than 20 minutes with some of my roommates. Who abducted my body and is living in mine, because this just isn't something Heather does, especially on days where she has no commitments until work at 2.
With every step, lungs burning with that terribly wonderful tingling, I had to tell myself that this is good for me, that I'm earning those pieces of pie back off my body from Thanksgiving, that I'll have endorphins in my system the rest of the day, anything to keep putting one sneaker in front of the other. Thank God for roommates with a sense of motivation else I would never hit that street at a pace faster than a brisk walk to work.
And not only do Niccole and Erin keep me moving (my companions this morning) but the majority of my house. There's a high school a block or so from where I live and yesterday 5 of us took advantage of the obscenely gorgeous November day and walked down to their cleat-pocked football field. Hopping the fence was an interesting experience, but Erin didn't rip her pants so apparently that's a good sign. We set up our own small soccer field with abandoned cleats and crates for goals and played for an hour, laughing and bumping into one another and generally enjoying our time together. I can't remember the last time I just played outside with a bunch of girls like that.
It is now 7:15 - I've jogged with my roommates, visited with my roommates, and even typed about both. Can I go back to bed for a couple hours?
With every step, lungs burning with that terribly wonderful tingling, I had to tell myself that this is good for me, that I'm earning those pieces of pie back off my body from Thanksgiving, that I'll have endorphins in my system the rest of the day, anything to keep putting one sneaker in front of the other. Thank God for roommates with a sense of motivation else I would never hit that street at a pace faster than a brisk walk to work.
And not only do Niccole and Erin keep me moving (my companions this morning) but the majority of my house. There's a high school a block or so from where I live and yesterday 5 of us took advantage of the obscenely gorgeous November day and walked down to their cleat-pocked football field. Hopping the fence was an interesting experience, but Erin didn't rip her pants so apparently that's a good sign. We set up our own small soccer field with abandoned cleats and crates for goals and played for an hour, laughing and bumping into one another and generally enjoying our time together. I can't remember the last time I just played outside with a bunch of girls like that.
It is now 7:15 - I've jogged with my roommates, visited with my roommates, and even typed about both. Can I go back to bed for a couple hours?
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