August 23, 2000

Well...my points on the Maiden Exercise List will look good this week ~ 120 minutes on one day. I'm counting yesterday's work at Tech as exercise ~ after two hours of solid walking and grabbing, I earned the right to claim that time this week!

Oh yeah ~ as I've said, I joined an exercise list. We're supposed to keep track of how much we've exercised during the week and turn the minutes in on Sunday. I joined the list as motivation to get out there and prepare for walking the A.T...and I'm running into all kinds of blocks and resistance.

You'd think it would be easy ~ just get out and walk ~ but it's not. The act of exercising breaks down walls and barriers that you've worked hard to put into place ~ even if you aren't aware it. You become aware of all the little nagging thoughts that have been hiding in the nooks and crannies of your mind and suddenly...they don't seem so little any more. They've become big, looming eldriches of negativity, running around the basements of your mind in a mad ~ dash attempt at self ~ preservation.

Welcome to the Stephen King version of my mind.


















Island voyeur

O.k...I admit it.

I'm a Survivor fan.

Think of me what you will.

I've been there, in front of the tv, since episode one. I wished Sonja had more time on the island and B.B. did kind of piss me off...but then again so did Rudy. After watching Gervase muddle his way through several challenges, I found it incredibly hard to believe that he was the athelete he said he was.

For the record, Rich won...I guess I'll finish writing about that tomorrow.

Great. Here we go again.

I just got off the phone with C.M. about an hour ago. He called to tell me that he was in the hospital. A semi ran into him on the interstate ~ at 10:30 this morning. I got the call at midnight. Evidently, he was knocked unconscious and his car was totalled. They're keeping him in the hospital overnight to make sure that his spleen isn't swelling.

I've spent the last hour just being and doing ~ getting some clothes ready to take to him in the morning; wondering if I need to wash anything for myself...being pissed because I've been left out of the loop yet again and being relieved that he wasn't seriously hurt.

I've devoted enough journal time about the damn exploits of his mother. I will not waste any of tonight's entry on her. All I'll say at the moment is this:

Goddess, Lady Epona, grant me the strength to keep calm in this situation. Help me to choose the battleground and the battle. Help me to move along the path I chose to walk.

Help me to keep from trying to knock some sense into that woman's head. sheesh.

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