25 going on 45

Thurs PM – Yoga
Friday – Swim 45 mins

I had my ass handed to me in Yoga last night. I went without Lyndsey as my safety net so was a little intimidated from the get-go. I did however get to see her teaching her spin class with a cool microphone on, yelling at people. :-P The yoga experience was different from my other class, where I struggled with some more of the strength exercises. Here, the strength was hard, but I mostly struggled with just getting into the poses. I believe the phrase "I am the least flexible person on the planet" actually passed through my mind about a hundred times. It was brutal. The instructor had to keep physically forcing my body to bend into certain positions. At one time, it actually crossed from discomfort to pain, but I couldn’t say anything because I was so contorted I could barely get air into my lungs. When he released me my body snapped back so fast it was like a rubber band snapping in two. I actually had a vision at one point of my neck snapping and couldn't help but ponder the tragedy if I was the first person to ever accidentally kill themselves in yoga. The class however, just reinforced the notion that I have to work on my flexibility. And the Pes is feeling surprisingly good today but that might just be chance and the lack of running for several days now.

Last night was pretty rough as well. I can function pretty well on 6-7 hours of sleep a night, as long as I go to sleep and then wake up in the morning. Any disruptions totally mess with me. A couple of weeks ago a car alarm went off for about 15 minutes around 3am and I kept getting out of bed to make sure it wasn't my car (even though I never set my car alarm). I was out of if for the whole next day. Last night was another of those unfortunate events. Around 1:45am I heard music. At first I thought it was a passing car, because my neighbors have always been quiet and I've never heard music from my bedroom before. But it didn't go away and finally at 1:55 I got up and pushed my ear to the wall. Not from that neighbor. I figured it had to be the new guy (just my luck) that moved in last week, so I blindly stumbled into my living room, shuffled into the kitchen, and laid my ear on the cold gray wall. I could hear the music but it wasn't coming from that guy's place either. It was def louder in my living room though. "Fuck it" I muttered and went back to bed. Unfortunately I have NEVER been able to fall asleep with party music playing. It was a huge problem in college. I would have a race the next day, the guys below me would be blasting some shitty dance music and I would get so stressed out that I couldn't fall asleep and then wouldn't be able to fall asleep till their party ended bout 4 hours later. At this point, some chick was singing to the music, and the thought of getting up in 3 hours to swim was raising my stress-o-meter. When the thought "well if I don't get enough sleep I just won't swim" started running through my brain, I kinda got pissed off. It's Thursday. I have to work tomorrow. I'm too old to deal with partying in the middle of the week in my nice quiet apartment complex. Almost without thinking I was rolling/falling out of bed, grabbing fuzzy slippers and something that felt like a jacket. I stepped out into the chilly night air. The muffled sound of music floated in the atrium of the complex. Follow the music. Down the stairs. Getting louder. I stopped in front of a door. The place below me. Figures. I knock. I hear voices. No one comes. I knock again. Finally some chick who may or may not have been the girl I met who actually lives in the apartment, I couldn't really see, cracks open the door as if I was some axe murderer intent on killing her. She seriously looked terrified. Freeze Frame. At this point, let's review the general appearance of the crazy chick that just knocked on the door. I'm standing there, pink pinstripe pj pants, faded Brown t-shirt, bright red Brown XC jacket (damnit, doubled up on the university gear. If it wasn't 2:15 in the morning I would have been a total tool) large fuzzy slippers and hair literally sticking out in every direction. I've been wearing a headband every day for a reason. I haven't quite figured out how to tame my hair yet. And after a couple hours of sleep, I look a little like I just stuck my finger in an electric socket. Add to that image the black smears of mascara I missed when washing my face the night before and it's really not too strange she didn't open the door more than two inches. Resume Story. I mumble something about turning down the music a smidge (I believe I also may have mimed the action of turning down a dial. I'm not sure.) As I stumbled away I couldn't help but think, wow, I'm pretty sure she was older than me. I'm the dork that just broke up the party cause I have to get my precious sleep. I felt kinda guilty until I returned to my blissfully quiet apartment and passed out within seconds. And I was able to get up to swim.

However, it is now almost 3pm and I'm starting to feel pretty damn tired. My whole plan of staying up until midnight tonight is looking grim. Wow. When did I get so old?