Tuesday, April 15, 2014

What little energy I had parceled out for tonight’s post, in what should’ve been a triumphant return after a week of silence, has all but evaporated in the wake of a daylong battle with a she-carney at AAA Insurance. It started amicably enough, but one bad faith move on her part led to another, all in the name of a sale, and I finally caught her red-handed. Or red-clawed, as the case may be, because vocabulary is woefully thin on the subject of breaking harpies.

I’m four pounds away from my target weight, but after days of poor eating and lack of exercise, pace has either stalled or deteriorated. It was actually exercise that begat the lack of exercise, because my inaugural 5K this weekend utterly decimated my feet. I thought “not stopping” was a reasonable goal, but when you couple that with slow speed, you’re talking about torture prolonged. Running against Texas wind for half of each lap didn’t help, either, and I found myself retreating often to my psychic cocoon–ballparking the percentage of houses for sale on a given block, for instance, or mulling over anything other than exertion.

I’ve gotten lazier, too, I think. When I was trying to achieve escape velocity from Charlotte, a few months ago, juggling multiple things was a must: dual moves, eBaying, new job, goodbyes. Here, months later, single to-dos seem gargantuan, and it’s shameful, really. Workouts aside, I’m also reopening the case file on clothes, a topic fraught with more twists than the candor of an insurance agent.