The past few weeks have been something of a drag. Normally I am pretty quick to jump out of bed and hit the gym or run my errands bright and early in the morning but I’ve just been totally out of it, I really have no idea what’s wrong with me. I noticed yesterday that I have the practice of going from being in bed to fully dressed and out the door in 10 minutes down to an art.
Today was a little different though, I woke up at my (old) usual time of 0400 on the dot with no alarm clock and my body was just rearing to go. I threw my shorts and shoes on and went out for a hard run, although I could feel the strain from my slacking over the past weeks in my muscles, it felt incredible. I ran until I thought my lungs were going to burst and then stopped and watched the sunrise. Oh it was beautiful; there is something about the sky in this part of the world that just feels different. Not to sound too much like I’ve lost my mind but I used to absolutely love it when the moon was full in Afghanistan, and to some extent here. The sky has an ancient feel to it that I have never noticed in all of the many places that I’ve been, except for one place. After my first year in Afghanistan I went to Salt Lake City to visit a good friend and I found myself with a few hours to spare so I wandered around temple square and went to the visitor’s center. I had been there a few times before as a kid. As I climbed the circular walkway that leads up to the giant Christus statue, I found myself staring at what felt like the same sky that I had been looking at just a few days before on the other side of the world, with the exception of Earth hanging in the heavens. It was quite interesting to me and even though I can’t quite explain or find anyone who shares my opinion about it,I know that every time I go back there, it will remind of me of place that I’ve called home for so long now.
It really is funny some of the things that you get attached to. Some nights in Afghanistan I would drive out to the middle of nowhere just to lie in the bed of my truck and watch the sky. Ahhh those were the days. But I digress...
Where does the credit for my newfound zest and energy belong? I’m not 100% sure yet but I recently read a book. Of all the books to read, it was a hippie book called “The 10 foods that should never touch a woman’s lips”. Why that book? Well that’s a long story that isn’t in the least bit interesting. Although the message of the book is clouded by quite a bit of conspiracy theory mumbo jumbo (not doubting the conspiracy, there was just a lot of it) about big corporations and the government, what I did get out of it wasn’t really apparent until I started sitting down to eat breakfast in the morning and finding the options extremely unappealing. I found myself passing up stuff like frosted flakes (still no Cheerios…*sob*) and hash browns for much healthier breakfasts, including loads of fruit that I suddenly find myself craving. I dunno, maybe I’m pregnant. Or maybe I was just getting stressed about work or stuff at home, it’s hard to tell. Whatever it was, I’m glad I’m back to normal. Sometime around August I plan on taking a day off and going to the pool, gotta look my best lol. Ко долази са мном? Било ко? You know you want to!
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