Shit I Never Thought I’d Be Doing

I’ve been in three different time zones in the last two days. It’s now 10pm Denver time, 11pm Chicago time, midnight in New York, and I just got back from the gym where I put in my jogging time. I ate at the airport because I knew that the only place near the hotel was a sit-down, and by the time I finished there, it’d be midnight, and I’d have lost my workout time.

This was hard. It was a bitch just to psych myself up to get down there, but if I want to get in three days this week, I had to go down tonight. My motivation was simple: I repeated over and over to myself, “You’ll feel better afterwards. You’ll feel a lot better. You’re feeling twitchy and anxious because you’re traveling so much and living out of hotels and so much is on your mind, and if you exercise, you’re going to feel about 80 times better. It’s meditation time.”

That was the only way I could get down there. Even then, I committed to a time limit instead of a miles limit because I feared I’d peter out. So it was a couple minutes walking at the beginning, a couple for cool-down at the end, and twenty minutes of jogging in the middle. I tried to stumble off toward the free weights after this, but I already did my weights this morning, and I was exhausted.

I’m committed to taking care of myself. I’m committed to being this person. The great thing about having been the absolute worst person you can be is that you always have a place you never want to go back to, and you can look at yourself now, and look at yourself then, and look forward and go, “Yea, it’s possible. I can be that fucking cool.”

It’s possible. It’s just really fucking difficult.

Stumbled back upstairs, setting my alarm for a day in Denver.

EDIT: Took out some work stuff that – it occurs to me in the light of day – might get me into trouble if it makes it back to a client.

I need to be making more money.

I’m exhausted. I was IMing my buddy Julian this morning, and peppering everything with a bunch of stupid spelling errors. I’m just wacky. I miss my MA classes so damn much. I want to go to class on Saturday, but I think I’ll be risking my sanity. I’m going to need to sleep.

By Saturday, I’ll have lost track of what timezone I’m in.

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