limbo

My deadline has come and gone, and I am still feverishly working. Sigh. I'm not letting myself really think about the future—of anything—until I get this done.

So, yesterday I went to a Pilates class. First time I've done a gym group class, first time I've done anything like pilates, and boy, did it kick my ass. I expected to be in real pain today, but I'm just achey in places—and strangely enough, not in my stomach. I may try the spinning class today, depending on my stress level. (now that oughta really hurt!)

This morning, I did the cross-country ski machine, my old favorite for getting my ass kicked. I get all caught up in watching all the numbers—goal rate versus actual speed, distance, calories burned, time—that the time always flies.

I want to think about goals. I want to figure out when I can see my mom. I want to get some perspective on what's up for the next year at work. I gotta come up for air soon.