I had one of those days when you can feel how tired you are - right down to your bones. When it is a conscious effort just to inhale. And behind my eyes it felt as though a small fire was smoldering.
It's the first day back into "routine" after a nice two week vacation. Two weeks where I came to realize I enjoy doing a whole lot of nothing. If I want to. And apparently, I did.
Around the office, I recognized the same zombie stare I was locked in. It probably also didn't help that today is the coldest day NYC has seen since our crazy, unforecasted snow blizzard on October 29. Everyone I talked to said the same thing...When I woke up this morning, I was so sure I was ill I nearly called in sick.
No, we're not sick. It's just cruel reality smacking you awake right when you started to truly get into that oh-so-luxurious dream.
I was so tired I almost missed my stop on the train. I was literally sitting there, in same zombie-like state when I noticed a man standing in front of me, staring down at me. You start to see the same people on the train after awhile, and apparently this guy knew it was my stop and was simply waiting patiently for me to figure it out and get up so he could get my seat.
There is another way to do this Mr. Seat Stealer. It's called "using your words". I guess either technique works because he captured my seat as I barely made it off...just barely "bewaring the closing doors."
When I'm tired I also get a little quote-happy. I'd apologize but hey, at least I'm sparing you one of my favorite quote violations...my infamous and almost always misused air quotes. So, you're welcome.
You're in for a double treat because not only is this post about being tired, but it's also about being sore. Remember my lament yesterday that I must not be doing P90x right because nothing hurt?
I can't lift my arms above my shoulders. Without wincing. Whining. Then crying.
Yet, I went back for more today. Day 2. Plyometrics. At the end, Tony Horton does this hip-hip-hooray type move where he throws his hands up to high five and celebrate. I forgot where I was, how I was feeling, and that I live alone. I was so exalted that we were done I threw mine up too to high five no one...
Then lost my balance and fell down.
This is why I am doing this alone in my living room.
So this is where I leave you - with 2 near misses...and one far. I am missing someone today. When I wander around NYC and spend hours watching the faces and searching the eyes of random strangers as I people-watch, I imagine that we are all missing someone, all the time. Whether it's on the surface or just below, or buried deep in the subconscious, isn't there always someone we are thinking about? I'm missing someone far away, who is celebrating something very important and special to them today. I can't be there, but my thoughts are. Sometimes, that's all life let's us do.