This morning I felt crappy. I woke up tired for the infinitieth time, dreading the day ahead. I dragged my sleepy ass to TDM where I trudged through my desk shift. I noticed some twinges in my throat. I saw fleeting images of running 13.1 miles with the plague that has afflicted almost all of my students. My knee hurt. My elbow hurt.
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Then I made a choice. The choice was to smile.
It’s my mother f*cking BIRTHDAY RACE WEEK! It’s the last Wednesday of my twenties! I ain’t got time to pout.
I took a great TDM class where I realized that I can finally totally do legit push-ups. I taught several interesting and inspiring lessons. I had a delicious lunch with the new issue of In Style.
THE OAKLAND ATHLETICS DOMINATED THE RANGERS IN A MOST SPECTACULAR FASHION.
While I would prefer my moods to be a little more even keeled, I’m happy to say that 9pm me barely resembles 9am me.
Choose happy. Sometimes, it works!