I did some things around the house. I couldn't waste time on the computer, because our church was having a Fasting Day. I had decided to give up caffeine and recreational Internet use, since I was planning to work, and I can't be responsible for what I might do to a class of little stinkers without ANY food in my stomach. I figured doing without caffeine and blogs (and Twitter and Facebook, yikes) would be hard enough.
It was. I discovered that almost every site I read on the Internet must be defined as recreational. I checked my email: nothing interesting (and FYI, Victoria's Secret and NY&Co, I have no money to spend on your endless sales anyway). I read some, but Hilary Mantel's novel Wolf Hall, while very well-written, is the story of Thomas Cromwell, the advisor to Henry VIII who made it possible for Henry to justify divorcing Katherine of Aragon and marry Anne Boleyn. And not to give anything away, but I already know how it ends, and it's not good for the protagonist.
(Spoiler alert: anyone who displeases the king gets executed. I just saved you from having to read a book. You're welcome.)
So I decided to work out. I need to tell you that I haven't worked out AT ALL for
I am positive I looked ridiculous. I do not know how to dance at ALL, due to being raised Pentecostal. Never have I been more glad that no one was around to mock me.
After I had done every move I could think of, I looked at the time on the iPod. Only 20 minutes had gone by.
Good enough, I told myself. After all, I haven't worked out in months. Gotta ease back into it.
And now that my job for today was canceled due to the district delaying school start times till 10, I have no desire to work out again today.