Sunday, February 11, 2007

Fresh Air

This past week has been the best I've had in a long, long time.

It started Monday, when I found out for certain that my roommate's boyfriend is moving in with us. I like my roommate, and I like her boyfriend, and we all get along—but one of the coolest things about it is just how much MORE money I'll be able to save for the fact that bills are being split between three instead of two. In fact, the drop in rent alone is EXACTLY the cost of Taekwondo lessons. Woot!

This information drove me straight back to Chung's Taekwondo, where two years ago I earned my green belt. Tuesday night was the first class I had in a year and a half. I was proud of how little ability I'd lost since I was last there (much less since I took classes regularly), and proud of the fact that I was able to keep up with such an intense workout without it killing me. I'll be taking four (and possibly five) classes a week. About a month from now is the next belt test, and I'm going to make certain I earn my next belt by then. Everyone capable of showing up to Carrollton one Saturday morning in the near future will see one of the most happy and proud days I will have had in a VERY long time.

On Wednesday, thanks to Eric, I finally discovered the joy of rock climbing. I love it, and I'm going to add it to my repertoire of ways in which I exercise with immediacy. I also, thanks to Eric introducing me to a brand new physical activity, got sore muscles in places I've never had sore muscles before.

I'd ask you now to stop your juvenile giggling if I wasn't doing it myself.

For those of you who were at Josie's party Thursday night—thank you. I can't remember when I've had so much fun, or laughed so hard, or felt so refreshed and rejuvenated and validated as a human being. There's nothing about that night I wouldn't repeat. Thank you to all who were there and made that night what it was, but more thanks go to Megan and Heather who put forth such an imaginative and hilarious invitation that I couldn't refuse. The voice of a hot Russian chick who can't understand (let alone speak) a word of Russian asking about my body hair is a memory that will have me giggling incessantly when I'm actually IN Russia listening to Russian women speaking English. You guys rock.

Then I went to work this weekend and made $500 in two days. THAT should get the bank off my fucking back. Just last week I wouldn't have thought I'd be saying this—but let's hear it for Valentine's Day.

And finally, after work last night, getting to re-connect with an age-old friend for as many hours as I did and vent a few things is perhaps the primary reason I'm so thrilled, emotionally, as I write this.

*sigh of relief*

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