A Great Day

Today was a great day.

(And by today, I mean yesterday because it's 12:51 AM.)

I got to go to the dentist. I love my dentist, Dr. Mishaan. I love my dental hygienist Karen even more.

shiny clean teeth courtesy of Karen

I finished more of a project than my manager expected and was able to say, "Oh, the overview on certification? It's titled IDAHO CERTIFICATION 101 and it's a workblock on your calendar."

I PR'd my deadlift by 40 lbs. I lifted 2 lbs more than my bodyweight. 143 is my new favorite number.

I completed today's metcon Rx.

CONDITIONING
4 rounds for reps of:
1:00 ME Wall Balls 20/14#

0:30 Rest

1:00 ME KBS 32/24kg

0:30 Rest

1:00 Burpee Over-the-Box Jumps 24/20″

0:30 Rest

I bought these last weekend and I already love them.

I have spent so much time telling myself and anyone else who would listen how much I dislike living in New York. And somewhere in there, I stopped living in New York. I went to the office, I went home to my parents'. If I was here and not at work, I was drunk. I talked about how New York just didn't provide me with the quality of life that I wanted and that there wasn't a reason to do anything about that because I was leaving. Well, I'm still planning on leaving, but now I am being honest with myself. I was afraid that I'd find something to make me want to stay. I have 5.5 months left on my current lease and I am going to live each week of those months as if it were Shark Week.

What's the worst than can happen? I end up so happy that I stay?

No one can make you happy if you're not happy with yourself. I'm pretty happy with myself because I am proud of myself. I've even been inspired to be a better person - no really, I'm volunteering to work with children this weekend. I am much friendlier and open with people at the box. And I'm beginning to feel more confident that people might actually want to be friends with me and not because they want me to do so something for them.

I signed up for a 5K with my new friend Kate from CFHK in December. I'm excited to get back into racing and have someone to hang out with before and after. How many times have I shown up at a race, sat in my car until it was time to start, and then peaced out as soon as I received my medal? I don't think anyone would have accused me of being unfriendly because I'm always polite, but it didn't even occur to me that the other people there who also like running might make good friends.

So today was a great day because I made it be a great day and I let it be a great day. So what if the C train decided to stop running and the guy I like didn't call (I mean you would think I would learn my lesson by now, but please, one revelation at a time), there were so many things to be happy about so what should I care?