Gratitude: My dignity

Tonight, I made it through conditioning (granted, I was late). I made it through the class. I did not pass out, throw up or run to the bathroom to lay on the cool floor with my feet propped up on the sink, nor did I have to sit with my head between my knees. The gym did not swim, grow dim or lurch, and I didn't feel the blood drain out of my face, nor did I feel my entire body grow clammy and shaky.

I'm not tough again yet, but I'm on the way, I think. As long as I don't hyperextend any other joints. Stupid elbow.

Take that, flu. I win.

Weekends were meant for awesomeness

the family at the game
Originally uploaded by wyosarah203

such as family reunions in Laramie to watch the Cowboys lose in a spectacular way. We do everything big in Wyoming - includin' the losin' ...

Remember the fish shaking his fin and yelling 'Curse you, AquaScum!' in 'Finding Nemo'? It's one of those days. Curse you, flu - curse you.

We shall call this post: 'Royal Pain 2: The Bruised Diva Chronicles'

I was pretty sure I held mits wrong Thursday night, hence my black-and-blue hip all weekend, but I was assured that I probably held them right, and my body just isn't used to absorbing that kind of impact.

My latest MMA souvenir (apologies for the location) -- this was Friday night; it's since changed to some wonky shades of red and purple and now covers most of my hip. Lucky me:

Despite my new color pallette, it was Halloween - the first I've had off since moving back to Laramie - and it was time to live it up.

Blondes do, indeed, have quite a bit of fun, as it turns out ...