I had no idea that one day of swimming would kick my ass so hard. My thighs are killing me and I slept like the dead last night. In fact, I was so tired yesterday during work that four cups of coffee did nothing so I crashed under my desk and slept a full hour in the most cramped position imaginable. How out of shape do I have to be to be that exhausted? Holy crap!
I’m excited about the isolation in my thigh muscles as I did much of my workout yesterday using a kickboard and pull-buoy to focus the muscles in each stroke. Even though it’s been years since I’ve actually tried to do serious swimming, the body doesn’t forget, but I want my body to remember how to do it correctly and my glutes are not thanking me today. Sweet!
Anywhoo, on a note unrelated to my out of shape and burning butt-cheeks – I went to the museum with Jordan on Sunday. God help me, Jordan is so freaking adorable. We wandered around downtown waiting for the museum to open, then went to the Dancer exhibit which was interesting, but not inspiring then made our way downstairs to the “Kimono in Print” exhibit. Much more fascinating and walking around the woodblock prints of Japanese art and a couple of Kimono’s – I could totally see Jordan with a samurai sword and I couldn’t stop smiling. The Sculpture garden made me say a lot of, “What’s that supposed to be?” and “Oh, my god, did someone pay money for that?” I had a great time hanging out and as we parted ways I drove across the Hawthorn Bridge and suddenly missed him.
In all of ten minutes I missed him. I have no idea what that’s about other than – I think he has grown on me – and not just on me, but somewhere inside me. I think it’s safe to say, that Jordan has refuge space in my energy. He is welcome in my center. I just think that’s cool and worth mentioning.
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