I took Sadie on an easy 3-mile walk this morning. It felt great to get out, although I quickly discovered that my legs are still kinda stiff and sore.
Tomorrow, I haven’t decided what kind of workout I want to do. I don’t feel like I’m quite ready to return to running- I think I want to take another day off before I start running again. There’s supposed to be a yoga class at my gym tomorrow, but it’s at 5:30 AM, which is seriously early, and probably too early for me. I’ve never taken a yoga class, and I’d really like to try it. But maybe not tomorrow. I guess I may just lift weights tomorrow morning. Meh.
On a slightly different bent… Today when I was walking Sadie at the park, we were passed by a mom pushing a stroller who greeted me with, “Hey!! How are you?” Like she knew me. I didn’t recognize her, but I smiled and faked it. I decided I must have gone to high school with her. We exchanged pleasantries and went our separate ways.
But it reminded me… See, I have this odd paranoia. I live in the same area where I grew up, but I do NOT want to run into anyone from my childhood- specifically from high school, and maybe college as well. (Luckily it’s a LARGE area.) It’s not that I feel like I have anything to be ashamed of or whatever. I’ve just changed so much since then, in so many ways, and I don’t really care to explain it in great detail to someone I haven’t seen in years. It’s like this song I heard once- “I’m not who I was”. Today I am just nothing at all like who I was in high school. If I was to run into a person from that time in my life, you KNOW the first question they would ask would be what I’ve been up to since high school. The answer would be so complex and personal, and just not really something I would want to tell them about.