I got a phone call from my Sir this morning.  He thinks he will be back later on in the month than we had anticipated.  I'm not as concerned, he is on his way home, it just increases my anxiety for when he finally is home.  It makes me want him home that much more.  I just want him home, and that band of steel around my neck.  I am even working on a way to get it so that I can hang my hammer from the collar.  I'm not sure I can go without wearing my hammer.  I've worn it for so long, It doesn't feel right without it. Its bad enough I lost my pentacle. *sigh*

I was sitting around the apartment this morning when I realized that a year ago, I started going tot he gym because I had wanted to better myself.  Also, I realized that I've not been to the gym in about 8 months, something I can't say I'm thrilled with.  So I am going back to the gym again.  I started today, 20 minutes on the treadmill, and lifted more weights.  I know that I am going to be sore tomorrow.  I am really proud of myself though.  I may not have been to the gym in a long time, but I am still mostly as flexible as I was when I stopped going.

Even better than that...

I ran for two minutes straight without having to stop.

This is a big thing for me.  It seems minute to some people but to me its a good thing.  I used to be barely able to make it through a minute of jogging.  Today I made it two minutes straights on a speed of 4, no stopping.  I made it through the first minute, and then I pushed myself, I wanted to get through that second minute.  Still breathing and not panting.  I was sooo excited.  I still am really excited.  I am hoping that on Monday when I go next, I'll make it 2 minutes, maybe 2.5 minute if not three.  I want to keep pushing myself maybe by the time my Sir gets home I can run a good 10 minutes straight.  thats how things happen.  One minute at a time.  I just have to keep pushing myself.

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