My original plan for today was to write a Bad Attituesday post AND a movie commentary post (can’t really call what I write a review) while on breaks at work today. Then I would type both posts in and not have to worry about a post tomorrow, when Steven and I have a program to attend at the Herkimer County Historical Society (preview of coming attractions). My real plan was to avoid running again today while allowing time to do so tomorrow.
Why do I even bother making a plan? It never works out for me.
I had no ideas for a Bad Attituesday post, so I tried my hand at the movie commentary I wrote quite a bit on it, in spite of being somewhat mortified to realize I had not paid much attention to the movie in question. It was running into some length and I had not finished. Still, I did not despair. I could come up with an ending, sure I could. Something would come to me as I typed it in.
As the day progressed, I thought to myself, why not run? Why not run in place on the mini-tramp for bouts of ten minutes or so, interspersing this with push-ups, crunches, flutter kicks, etc.? What a great idea! Especially if it rained, which was beginning to look possible. I could still type in the movie post. I didn’t have to do a Running Commentary two days in a row.
The rain held off, so I ended up running outdoors, taking a different path from yesterday and running for a whole minute longer. I ran slow, even for me. It did not feel as good as yesterday. I persevered. When I walked my cool-down, my legs felt sore, but it was the good sore of having just worked out. I felt reasonably content, but still not inclined to write a Running Commentary.
Anyways, I had to cook supper first. Well, not really “had to.” Steven works till 6:30, so it would be quite acceptable to grab something easy and let him do the same. This might even be preferable, because I don’t want to wait till 6:30 to eat and if I don’t Steven will have to reheat whatever I fixed. But I really wanted to use some leftovers, I had what sounded like a pretty good plan to me, and I could always take any leftover leftovers for my lunch tomorrow.
I know, I know, I could have just done a cooking post. I could not have PLANNED to do a cooking post, since I was not sure till I was actually taking the cast iron frying pan out of the cupboard that I was going to cook. But I can write that sort of thing on the fly. I’ve done it before (I know, I’m doing it now, but this isn’t a “real” post, as you can tell).
Does the phrase Tired Tuesday mean anything to you?
Well, it means something to me. It means I am leaving the — Good God — THREE pages of movie commentary untyped for now. I shall look forward to finishing it. In the meantime, I’m going to think of a silly title for this piece of foolishness, hit publish, and relax with my crochet and a true crime show on cable television. Happy Tuesday, everyone.
Mohawk Valley Girl 