Look who came to see me on Easter Sunday? Bun Bun! The winter jaguars did not eat him.I took yesterday off. It felt quite decadent to take a day off during the week. I started it with a coffee date with Long Haired Hippie. He is the one that I was directed to talk to my banking woes about. And I left that with dreams flying high, solutions assured and an action to take that very day. I was to go to the new bank and open an account just to establish myself as a customer. And let me tell you, it was a very pleasant experience. And guess what? Their "average" interest rate they offer on a credit card is LOWER than the rate I was getting at Stupid Bank before they even jacked it up on me. And since I have such stellar credit, I was assured that when I applied, I might even get a lower rate than that. What? I could have just cried, I was so happy.
I took action, people. ACTION. On my problems and I felt like a million bucks, so I went to the gym and I busted out my walk/run 5K in 46 minutes and 30 seconds! I was only going to go two miles because I wanted to get to a meeting afterward, but I was FEELING it! So, I went for it. I mean, after I finished the first two miles in 30 minutes and 15 seconds (a first!) I knew I could go for the rest. I felt strong! And confident! And capable! And well, like people are supposed to feel most ALL the time. It was incredible.
So, I went to my meeting all disgusting and sweaty. My face was beat red, my hair was sopping wet and I didn't care. Because I've decided to find a 5K sometime this summer and train for it. What? I despise competition. But I've figured out that most runners run against themselves and not other people. At least the ones I hang with and that's kinda cool.