Oh Everest, My Everest

So, after a couple of months of mental courting, I finally made a move and went to the CrossFit gym tonight. Baby, let me tell you... it delivers. This is really strange, or maybe not so strange because I'm still reading Ayn Rand, but working out tonight reminded me of what Communist Russia was not. (Yes, I know not everyone is peculiar in the head the way I am, so I'll explain.) In We The Living, Kira lived her life as if every ounce of her being screamed "Yes!" to everything. It was an answer to the question of the universe. An enthusiastic one. In the affirmative. I can't even express how much I love that idea. It makes working out so hard that you want to puke a pleasant experience, if you can imagine that. It makes the rest of my life pretty good, too.

Wow, and that reminds me of my last summer in LA when one of the congressman's DC guys came to the office and said that I was "effusively happy." Naturally, my response was more happiness. Then college and NYC's shitty weather beat the happy right out of me. I thought it was the lack of sunshine, but apparently I don't even need it. Near-excessive amounts of exercise fill that gap quite nicely. Is this another extreme addiction forming, Krischelle? Maybe. I'm going to reserve that judgement for tomorrow when I will inevitably find it difficult to even brush my teeth or walk down a flight of stairs. I'll have to see about getting there on Sundays now that I'm armed with the knowledge that I can show up hung-over from the night before, which derailed my plans last week. That ought to curb the feeling of uselessness that creeps in when I work that night shift.

Yay for endorphins!

Good Louis the Firefighter was unfortunate enough to be the one to pose with me in the only picture I have of my costume from head to toe. Note my fine package.

I get so irritated when I go to read my friends' blogs and they haven't been updated, yet I rarely feel like updating mine these days. I guess it's because I'm working out my shit -- the shit that needs to be worked out privately -- and I'm doing a good enough job to know that I'd better hang on to the momentum I have and keep my trap shut. That significantly limits what I can write about here. I suppose a general summary of goings-on plus some assorted tidbits will do for now.

I'm spending plenty of time in school and at work, with karate sprinkled in as often as I can make it. I wake up at the crack of dawn on some days, and I stay up until the same time on others. I often run into a pilot roommate on his way in or out at those hours. Sometimes I become resentful of people who have more free time than I have, but then I remember why I do everything I do and come back from outer space.

I try to do a handstand for time every day so that one day I'll be able to do handstand push-ups and maybe even develop enough balance to do them away from a wall. I bought a $10 jumprope at Sports Authority the other day for my cardiovascular health and improved endurance. I hate that I paid so much for a jinky plastic rope just because it's Nike brand, but it was the only kind the store carried and I really needed to just buy a jumprope already. I plan to check out the CrossFit gym (finally) this Sunday to see how close I can get to Pukey the Clown without giving him a big hug. I finally figured out how to get my bike over the banister and down the stairs without injuring myself a few weeks ago. Yay, bike!

I've been thinking about moving to a new apartment in the area and driving my car out from California with Mamyrah in January. I want to dye my hair again. Maybe a big streak of color instead of my whole mane. I could stand a little more time to play, but I make do with what I have. Ayn Rand is my Chicken Soup for the Soul. I find it necessary to re-evaluate my life on nearly a daily basis, which can be wearisome, but I've come to understand that this practice is crucial to my continued progress. I can't wait for Christmas so my nephews can hug away all my earthly worries.