JanaNanner
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So, this is the second time-- not first, but second time-- he has come home unexpectedly while I'm flopping about half-naked in the living room. He's supposed to go straight to the pool hall Monday nights! Straight to the pool hall, not home and then straight to the pool hall. So, naturally, I took the opportunity to flop about half naked in the living room (read: work out with a comfortable, minimal amount of clothing on).
Cue the sound of the front door unlocking and me diving for the nearest available object to hide behind, as I scream "WAIT!" and thrust my hand out as if I could keep the door from opening with superhuman powers. Fortunately his reflexes are sufficient and the door stops opening right there in its tracks. I imagine the thought process that went along with it on his end was something along the lines of "... She's flopping about half-naked in the living room again, isn't she?" because at this point, after the first coming-home-while-Jana-is-half-naked experience, it's just not surprising anymore.
From behind my safety object, I call out to him to close the door because, good lord, I don't have any pants on and you caught me in the middle of my workout and really, it's just more comfortable to do it without my pants on so it's perfectly justified for me to have put us in this situation. And you're not supposed to be home, so you really have a hand in this, you see. Or something like that.
He waits, I scramble up the strairs, and he enters. He really just came home to grab his pool stick which he left here this morning. As he heads back out the door, he called up the stairs to me, "Bye Jana-- wait, no. Bye naked Jana!"
"I'm NOT naked! I just don't have any pants on!", I yelled back down indignantly at him as he cackled and walked out the door.
In other, not embarrassing news, my work out was tremendously fun today until that end part I just recounted for you.
For some reason I didn't feel like strength training today. It's the first strength training session I've missed out on for at least 5 or 6 weeks. I did still work out though and it was really great. I am so, so thrilled about the energy level I'm managing during my workouts. Two months ago I could not have imagined it at all. Two months ago I was afraid of jumping jacks and now I'm practically the energizer bunny. It makes me really happy to be able to do what I'm able to do now. It's kind of like... being able to do something you never thought you'd be capable of. It reminds me of when I got accepted to college. For a long time I didn't think college was possible for me, so I broke down crying happy tears while I was reading the acceptance letter. This is a really similar feeling but without the tears. I never thought this would happen and it has and it's going to change my life.
Cue the sound of the front door unlocking and me diving for the nearest available object to hide behind, as I scream "WAIT!" and thrust my hand out as if I could keep the door from opening with superhuman powers. Fortunately his reflexes are sufficient and the door stops opening right there in its tracks. I imagine the thought process that went along with it on his end was something along the lines of "... She's flopping about half-naked in the living room again, isn't she?" because at this point, after the first coming-home-while-Jana-is-half-naked experience, it's just not surprising anymore.
From behind my safety object, I call out to him to close the door because, good lord, I don't have any pants on and you caught me in the middle of my workout and really, it's just more comfortable to do it without my pants on so it's perfectly justified for me to have put us in this situation. And you're not supposed to be home, so you really have a hand in this, you see. Or something like that.
He waits, I scramble up the strairs, and he enters. He really just came home to grab his pool stick which he left here this morning. As he heads back out the door, he called up the stairs to me, "Bye Jana-- wait, no. Bye naked Jana!"
"I'm NOT naked! I just don't have any pants on!", I yelled back down indignantly at him as he cackled and walked out the door.
In other, not embarrassing news, my work out was tremendously fun today until that end part I just recounted for you.
For some reason I didn't feel like strength training today. It's the first strength training session I've missed out on for at least 5 or 6 weeks. I did still work out though and it was really great. I am so, so thrilled about the energy level I'm managing during my workouts. Two months ago I could not have imagined it at all. Two months ago I was afraid of jumping jacks and now I'm practically the energizer bunny. It makes me really happy to be able to do what I'm able to do now. It's kind of like... being able to do something you never thought you'd be capable of. It reminds me of when I got accepted to college. For a long time I didn't think college was possible for me, so I broke down crying happy tears while I was reading the acceptance letter. This is a really similar feeling but without the tears. I never thought this would happen and it has and it's going to change my life.
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