Immediately Post-Workout II: Toasted

I am again a victim of The Libinator. Tonight it was a delightful little 45 minutes of aerobic shadow boxing, mixed with calisthenics I haven't done since high school: jumping jacks, mountain climbers (still just as evil), pushups. OK, I've done plenty of pushups since high school. But not jacks, nor mountain climbers. As Madeline Kahn says so well in Blazing Saddles, "I'm tired." Knackered, pooped, wrecked and toasted. However, my silhouette continues to dwindle, and so the classes (and all the free-weights and plyometric work I've done over the last several months) are worth it. Tomorrow afternoon at 2, I'll be in the pool doing some other form of extreme torture.

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One happy outcome of all this working out is that I sleep like nobody's business. I hit the sack and boom: Asleep. Which is good because lately my mind has been wandering back to horrific images of my mom's decline, along with a weird background dread of cancer, and that's not a welcome little relapse. My brother's visit this weekend should help jolly things along. He's a lion of a tourist. Brings his long shorts and binoculars and everything. I think I'll get him a cloth bucket-style hat to wear, and then he'll be positively iconic. He's got all his usual record stores in mind for plunder, and we may take him bowling, or to an amusement park. It's his birthday celebration, and he's bummed about being 51, so we have to pile on all his favorite things. I may even bake him a chocolate cake with coffee in the icing -- mom's secret touch. 

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In other developments, my Greek lessons are going well. I've started back at the beginning (phrases like "The little boy is jumping," and "The car is red. No, the car is not red. The car is white."), which is tedious. But I think a refresher will help me build a more solid foundation for launching back into the intermediate realm. My short story is also coming along. I owe it to the fiction group on Sept. 30 so I have a little hustling to do. And I've begun another poem. It's in the "throw a bunch of words on a page and stick to a specific theme" stage. Time to wade in and start refining. But first, I've got to get some sleep.