Wanderings

Yesterday was quite a wanderess sort of day. I awoke to a blizzard but had the urge to exercise- I'm only just starting to try and learn the difference between my mind telling me to work out and my body asking me to. So, I happily set off to the gym clad in my usual walking attire. The 15 minute walk there was glorious- I was the only person out and about besides the snow plows, and even though there was snow blowing in my face and down my front, I thoroughly enjoyed tramping my boots through the world of white. I arrived at the gym covered in about a half a foot of snow. Much to my chagrin, the guy who signed me up for a membership was cleaning up the foyer, thwarting my plan to slip in and dust off un-noticed. Instead, I stood mollified as he brushed me off with his broom, chuckling all the while. 

Then I did some elliptical and treadmill and crunches and push-ups and sat in the steam room for 15 minutes. Happy and hungry, I headed next for the supermarket across the street, and my increasingly low blood sugar while I was there led me to get more and more overwhelmed what with trying to secure enough to eat for the next few days, and at the same time not get too much to carry back. There was definitely some low blood sugar, dazed wandering going on, but I somehow got myself to the check-out lane, and, sixty dollars later, entered an outside world that was no longer snow, but ice, rain, sludge, and mush. 

Anybody who knows me will cringe at the idea of me setting off on a mile walk through sludge and ice, with my arms laden with heavy plastic bags that are already starting to fray. Not to mention the sixty dollars worth of groceries at stake. Believe me, I was already chuckling at the myriad of dreadful possibilities I could see taking place. But somehow, by the grace of God, I managed, by being conscious of every single step I took, to make it back to Homestead with all my limbs and food items intact. Nothing short of a miracle. It was a miserable walk, but I took some strange cheer in it, singing songs to boost my morale, envisioning my grand entrance into Homestead; a hot shower, followed by a huge feast. And when I finally arrived home, I did just that, and it was, indeed, heavenly. I've re-discovered a key ingredient to my goddess nature, and it is, most certainly, steak.