This was the set list for my 30 minute walk today. I can only walk to the beat. I don't know what I'm going to do when I start running because it's all about the music. I can't NOT pound it out to the beat. It drives me nuts.
Romans - Jennifer KnappJust Showed Up For My Own Life - Sara Groves
Hollow of Your Hand - Jeff Black
As you can see, when I say I listen to everything, I mean it. Christian, Pop, Country, Rap, Funk, Alternative. It's all in there.
In other news, I have not only NOT lost weight, I've put it back on. But I feel better in my head when I go to the gym. I was all angsty and pissed off when I headed there tonight at 7:25. Two of my clients didn't show up, and I waited around for nothing. I get paid for waiting, but still. I love it when I actually get to work with people and it makes me sad when they don't come.
And here's the story of the non-damsel-in-distress (because I refuse to be her today.) Yesterday, when I left the club, as I was driving away I heard a terrible noise coming from the back end of my car. I turned off the radio and listened, but kept driving, debating turning around and going back to the place where I KNEW there would be a myriad of boys-who-know-things-about-cars or reaching my next destination. As I drove along, I thought maybe the sound was getting worse, so I did turn around and after I pulled back into the parking lot and got out, all I could see was flat, flat, flat tire. So, I went back in the club and announced to the world in general that I had a flat tire and could anyone help me with the spare? Of course someone responded. Which I knew they would. I may not be able to do it by myself, but I do know how to help. I got the spare and the jack out, I held the lug nuts (that's what they're called, right?) I said encouraging words when the going got just a slight bit tough and in the end, the spare got on and all was well. The tire had a huge screw impaled in it. I knew the tire place opened at 7:30 this morning and made plans to go there.
Just as an aside - which kudos to me - means that I am no longer drama queen of the century. There was a woman there that is ALL drama and crazy when I announced my plight. She came and watched as my friend started the process of removing the tire and kept saying things like, "This is just terrible!" and "Isn't this a pain in the ass?" and "I would hate it if this happened to me!" And well - I didn't respond, because I am NOT the damsel-in-distress today. So she got bored with the non-drama and left. Seriously. That's how it played out. I am super excited that I was non-drama oriented with this event. It means I have grown. Leaps and bounds and high jumps. That is fucking awesome for me. Yeah, me!
So, when I dropped the tire off this morning and promised to return around one to get it put back on, I was pleased with myself. I was taking action, I wasn't intimidated or scared, just irritated at the idea of it all. And ten minutes after I hit my desk, the tire people called and said, "The screw is an easy fix, but you must have driven on it low and then flat for quite some time. You can't drive on it, even if we fix it." And since Cowgirl's husband sent me there in the first place because he buys all his racing tires from them, I trusted them. And sighed. And said I'd be in at one for a new tire. And I was. And it's fixed. And I'm super glad about my part time job because I didn't even flinch when I paid the $118.25. But still. It made me tired. All of it.