Hey all,
I have to write fast because since I use the library computers - don't have one of my own- I can't download the easy way to see who wrote a new blog so I clicked through each one. Now I have twenty minutes. Here goes...
Ran this morning with T'knesha and Susan. Felt real good this morning. I see that when I am warmed up, I run so much easier. I trotted up a hill and they asked if I ate my wheaties before the run. I didn't realize I had trotted past them cause my mind had wandered for a moment until I heard them talking. This running is starting to get easier. Next...
Phobias. I drove back home after the run and had to cross the spillway. I love seeing all that water; makes me think of the ocean and the beach. But I literally get nauseated when I see the water in a choppy state. If it is calm and lapping with an easy breeze, I'm fine. When its windy and the waves are large and choppy, I have to turn away. Not sure why, but this led me to analyze my other quirks, idiosynchracies and phobias.
Fingerprints on glass - can't stand seeing it. Refuse to touch the glass of a door.
Checkouts - If my items are on the conveyor belt - I must be in line with them. If they move ahead of me while the other customer is paying, I get annoyed. ?
Sneezes - When other people sneeze, wipe their hand(s) and proceed to touch you or something of community use. (I carry around hand sanitizer)
Water - large bodies of water. In order to swim successfully, one must give up control of some sort to be able to go with the flow. Not willing to give up that much control. Still can't watch A Perfect Storm.
Music - must have radio on in the bathroom so I can sing along to upbeat songs in the morning. Its my coffee, if you will.
Reality T.V. - Hate to admit it. I have become codependant on certain T.V. shows. Must watch The Amazing Race, Apprentice, NCIS, sometimes Survivor, Top Model and Desperate Housewives. And currently, The Contender. I got a soft spot for Sly Stallone. It must be an Italian thing. Love spaghetti too, but I digress.
So now that you know a little about my craziness, not that you didn't already figure it out, I hope you can look at yourselves and say, "Hey, I'm not that bad. There is someone crazier than me."
So to all of you who are a plum shy of a fruit basket, I bid you good night.