San Diego 282
Ever wake up and just know the day is going to drag? Well, that's how I felt waking up today. I had a physical therapy session really early, and I rolled out of bed like a zombie. My mouth was drier than a popcorn fart – I just read that expression somewhere, but I am not even sure if it's in the right context. Anyway, I rolled out of bed and sat down on my cube-shaped chair, aka an ottoman. I sat there in my underwear for a solid 10 minutes, hands on my head, feeling utterly exhausted.
I stumbled half-asleep into the physical therapy office, my hair looking like I just woke up – because I did – and my mouth still had some nasty toothpaste residue at the edges from brushing. I wore a pair of gym shorts, sandals, and a regular orange T-shirt. I looked like I had just crawled out of a ditch. This morning was rough; I haven’t had one like this in a while.
After the session, I came out feeling slightly more alert. Luckily for me, the gym is right next door, so I grabbed my bag and stumbled in there. The decision to not work out and just stretch and use the sauna was easy. I stretched my tight muscles for about 20 minutes, then made my way into the sauna – the real reason I showed up. I sat there for 20 minutes, beads of sweat dripping from my forehead. I was alone, a rare occurrence in a gym this packed. I did an eagle spread across the seats and soaked in the heat. This was my cure. My heart started pumping, and I felt the blood flowing. I was alive.
Still, I wasn't really looking forward to the rest of the day, based on how my morning went. Now, I'm sitting at Panera, killing time before the clock strikes 11:15 when I have to head to work. You know, another day, another dollar... so great. For breakfast, I had almost a pound of cut watermelon, a banana, a cup of plain Greek yogurt, and, of course, a black coffee. I’ve been on a huge watermelon kick lately, and it’s fantastic. It's easy to eat, delicious and helps me stay hydrated due to its high water content. If I had to choose, it would probably be my favorite fruit. I mean, what's not to like about it?
The rest of the day lies ahead, and then the next. We all just have to keep on trucking.
The speedo above, sitting there with no home, no owner, seemed lost, just as we all are at times. Its abandonment was a reminder of a metaphor for our own journeys, floating adrift in search of meaning and belonging.
(really meant to be funny)