Such a Girl…
Saturday, November 15th, 2008Well, I would love to write up a post about how sumo practice was so much fun and how it’s giving me focus in life and inspiring me to become a stronger person.
I would really love to tell you how great it is to give it your all and kick butt in the dohyo.
I really would.
But, other things are weighing heavily on my mind and my heart, especially. And though I’d love to blame the cheats I made in my diet today, quite honestly, it’s been bugging me for awhile yet. I would love to pump my arm and rivet like Rosie. I would love to let bullets bounce off my chest like Supergirl or Rogue…
But right now, I’m feeling like such a girl. And not in the pink fuzzy handbag Elle the lawyer way, either. More like the down-trodden mucked up Bridget Jones. I wish I could take my heart out, and the emotions and hormones with it, and just… I don’t know. Put it through boot camp or something.
I am mad at myself for feeling so weak and vulnerable, but I have to be honest, here. Sumo doesn’t fix the broken heart. As much as I wish it could. I’m guessing lifting weights doesn’t, either… but it’d be nice to pump some iron to get it out of my system. And my gym closes at 12 PM on Saturdays. (And is closed on Sunday: it’s a church gym.)
I’ll do my best to write up a sumo post later, though. Promise. Until then, take care, dear readers. xx
-K
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