Have you ever had a nightmare so awful that it’s all you can do not to wretch? Yes.That.
That was me last night.
This morning I awoke and thought “I have GOT to do something to wash that from the annals of my brain!”
Seriously, the dreams were so bad that I’d have eagerly watched clown porn in a room with my parents while having a three-way with John Boehner and Bill O’Reilly, if it would expunge the tingling memories from the stygian blackness of my night.
Instead, I crammed my brain with happy words on pages and cinnamon toast. It did nothing to ease my mind, but it was delicious.
What did make it slightly-less jarring was lifting weights. I am always surprised at how much physical activity settles me. I simply cannot think or settle while sitting still. I move all of the time. Even when I’m reading, I’m moving. I twitch, I rock, I bounce, I listen to audiobooks and run. I move and I think. To think without moving is…unthinkable.
I honestly have no earthly idea how on earth I was such a sedentary young adult. It goes against every instinct in my body. I can understand avoiding housework, I still get that, but not moving at all? Ludicrous. I should’ve at least moved my ass enough to get a hotter….or straight boyfriend.
Yes. I was a beard.
I think much of it stemmed from my fear of athletes. You see, the athletes at the school I attended, were, by-and-large….assholes. At least toward me. I’m sure their mothers loved them or whatever. A few were great, and the non-athlete/athletes certainly were. (I’m looking at you, oh fellow professor…)
I had no idea that athletes could be awesome. I was certain the only nice people were the nerds. As it turns out, you can be all three: nerdy, nice, and athletic. It is, in fact, possible to discuss Dr Who and marathon running or soccer in the same conversation. (and if you’re a woman, you may also decide that in your secret fantasy life, you’re running with professional forward while talking about Neil DeGrasse Tyson.)
I needed to find a picture of his face, and his best assets. (I’m totally objectifying him, I apologize. Mostly…to be fair, he’s super free to objectify me any time he wants.)
I bet he’s super European and loves local and seasonal food. Though, he looks like a beer drinker. (Thank G-d, amirite?)
Good thing today’s recipe is a local/seasonal/awesome!