Tick-Tock. Don’t Look Back.

This is what the clock on the mantle looked like. Tick-tock, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

I ran about a mile on the track today, 40 minutes or so total. I skipped the cool down lap and headed back to the apartment early, so I could get to work on time. It was already 6:45 and I have a tendency to dawdle in the morning. I completely loose all track of time, if I don’t have a clock within eyeball distance. The funny thing is though, is that I can’t stand to hear the tick-tock of clocks. It drives me absolutely batty.

We used to have a clock that sat on the mantle above the fireplace when I was growing up. I remember sitting in the old wingback chair, listening to it tic, tic, tic. Always waiting for the other shoe to drop. Sometimes it didn’t drop and that was in a sense a relief, but it also created more anxiety. When would the shoe drop?

Isn’t this ironic? I downloaded one of those “white noise” apps for my itouch and one of the choices is the sound of a clock ticking.

On a completely unrelated subject, Mrs. San gave me her old couch today. Well, it’s more like a half a couch, really, but unlike most Chinese couches, this one is soft and comfy. The covers slip off and are washable too. They are all washed and hanging up in the laundry room drying. Now, all I have to do, is round up some of the guys to help me move it. Fortunately, I work with a bunch of solid characters who are generally willing to help out.

On the days I don’t run, I’ve been doing BWO + HD and DD. I haven’t done much in the way of stretching today though.

Tomorrow is a BWO + HD and DD day, so I will set my alarm at 6:45 and squeeze a workout in. I’ve already ironed my outfit, so all I need to do is make some millet and throw some veggies together for lunch.

I’ve gone vegan it seems, except for the occasional strawberry soy frappachino at Starbucks that is. In fact, I just turned down an offer of delivery tomorrow morning. It just isn’t appealing to me right now.

On the way home from the spa tomorrow, I’ll pick up some more fruit at the little market next door.

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