I am excited about Christmas. It’s going to be fun to head down to C-town and spend a few days with the fam. However, it’s the shortest amount of time I’ve had off for Christmas in my life, I believe – it will just be a 4 day weekend. It’s hard to get too relaxed in just 4 days off. I am not going to be done complaining about the travesty of marking Christmas “break” with only 2 lousy days until next Christmas. So to console my martyred self I am looking ahead even farther, to the sun-soaked 10 long days of our honeymoon, which will be here before we know it. Hence the palm tree.
To prepare for bikini time in March (ouch! the glare off those dimpled white thighs!) I’ve been making an extra effort in the old exercise arena. The strangely warm December weather has helped – I’ve been skipping the gym and heading to the lake near where I work to do some trail running. It’s a gentle trail, no huge hills, but a nice change from the treadmill. 62 degrees is just about perfect for a run through the woods – unlike in the hot summertime there are no spiderwebs plastering themselves to your face, less people out there on the trail (aka in the way), and sweat wicks right off your skin, instead of dripping in your eyes and turning your hair into wet ropes of nasty sweatiness (mmmmm). The lake is calm and quiet. The trail I run is a 2 mile circuit, and about 10 minutes in is a small wooden dock. I like to pause there for a minute, do some stretches, take a breath. Sometimes I lay down out there and look at the blue blue sky. It’s an oasis in my climate-controlled office corporate human resourcish paperwork computer screen day.
Yesterday I got confirmation of a corporate decision with which I vehemently disagree. I lay out on my dock oasis for a long time yesterday. Then I put a palm tree on my blog. I’m already in St. John in my mind.