Posted By Kristabella on June 27, 2011
Yes, I know. I know. I didn’t post on Sunday, so I officially fail at my renewed blogging attempt. But, I posted on a Friday AND a Saturday, so I figure it makes up for it. And I’m not giving up! I’m still going to make it a majority of the 21 days.
I have no excuse for not taking the time to post something Sunday. Well, besides my laziness and amazing sloth-like tendencies.
See, after Saturday night’s wine fest, I was not feeling up to much on Sunday. I slept until 11 and moved from the bed to the couch and then watched 6 straight episodes of Mad Men. (I would have watched more, but that was all I had from Netflix.)
I had big plans for this weekend. BIG! HUGE! It was the first weekend since getting back from Jamaica where I had nothing to do. I didn’t have to drive anywhere, or visit family. I had no obligations. It was glorious! I was going to clean! And go grocery shopping! And do laundry and get organized!
I did none of this. I drank wine, went to my WW meeting and that was it. I didn’t even make it to the store, with my paltry list of like 10 things. I made it, though, to Taco Bell for dinner. And then I even walked to 7-11 to get some chocolate milk. But getting in the car to do the grocery shopping? Too much effort. My laziness knows no bounds.
And then I went to bed at 7:30. No, really. I got like 11 hours of sleep last night.
I’m pretty sure that additional sleep was to blame for the fact that I have this giant bump and scrape on my right shin:
In a move of pure insanity, I decided that I would run for the train this morning. I heard it arriving as I was paying my fare and decided I could totally make it if I ran.
(Not only is this a thought I should never have, it’s also a thought I should never have at 7:30 AM before I’ve had any coffee.)
In a stroke of what I assumed was pure genius, I decided I should run up the escalator, as opposed to the stairs, since that would get me up to the platform faster. This was a stupid idea mostly because I take the stairs every day. My body is aware of the height of each of the steps. The steps on the escalator are bigger.
So in a lazy, sleepy haze, I was running up stairs on an escalator and the end of my flip flop caught on the step I didn’t quite make and DOWN GOES JOHNSON!
I ignored the pain and hoped I didn’t rip a hole in my pants, and continued running up the stairs to the train. I made it just as the doors were closing. I made a little wave to the driver, to please let me on, to no avail.
All that, and I DIDN’T EVEN MAKE THE TRAIN.
The stupidest thing about this? The trains come frequently in the AM rush. It’s not like I was going to have to wait 20 minutes for the next one. THERE IS NO REASON TO RUN! Plus, escalator stairs = way more hurty than other cement stairs!
And it chipped my brand! New! Pedicure! That I got Saturday!
This will teach me to try and be active before 8 AM sans caffeine.