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Broke Myself But Had Fun
Sep. 19th, 2018 10:16 pmI had a long day today. Took Ozma kitty to the vet--everything went well, except she needs to lose a little weight. It's nice to have a healthy kitty. It's a refreshing change.
Then I headed into DC to see the National Museum of African-American History and Culture for the first time. I think there are a few parts I missed, but I spent a little more than 5 hours there, so it wasn't for lack of trying. I really enjoyed the experience, despite crying more times than I expected to. The movement from slavery up to modern day was a clever way to structure the journey, but it was definitely emotional and powerful.
Then I decided to try to find the Martin Luther King Jr. Memorial. My google maps were not set for walking directions and I kept taking the wrong paths. I made it there in the end, and it was lovely and inspirational and calming and thoughtful and all the things I'd hoped it would be.
Problem is, my body's dying. I was having chest pains yesterday (am 99% it's just gas pains, probably related to my period). I woke up feeling fine today but on my way to DC, they came back. By the time I got home, i was in tears I was in so much pain. So much walking, my feet and limbs hurt. And my chest hurts so much I could barely stand up straight. UGH. I feel broken. I'm okay. I took a shower and more medicine and feel a little better. I'll live. But eating was not something I really wanted to do tonight. And I still have to somehow work out... which might or might not happen. I just feel... I dunno... old? I don't like realizing I can't push my body the way I used to be able to. I've lost so much weight recently and I work out EVERY DAY. So I expected my body to have more energy accordingly. That's not so, apparently.
A good rest will help, I'm certain. I was going to update my blogs tonight... but I think that can wait until tomorrow. I'm just going to do some cleanup and reflection. It was a day full of thoughts and feels.
Then I headed into DC to see the National Museum of African-American History and Culture for the first time. I think there are a few parts I missed, but I spent a little more than 5 hours there, so it wasn't for lack of trying. I really enjoyed the experience, despite crying more times than I expected to. The movement from slavery up to modern day was a clever way to structure the journey, but it was definitely emotional and powerful.
Then I decided to try to find the Martin Luther King Jr. Memorial. My google maps were not set for walking directions and I kept taking the wrong paths. I made it there in the end, and it was lovely and inspirational and calming and thoughtful and all the things I'd hoped it would be.
Problem is, my body's dying. I was having chest pains yesterday (am 99% it's just gas pains, probably related to my period). I woke up feeling fine today but on my way to DC, they came back. By the time I got home, i was in tears I was in so much pain. So much walking, my feet and limbs hurt. And my chest hurts so much I could barely stand up straight. UGH. I feel broken. I'm okay. I took a shower and more medicine and feel a little better. I'll live. But eating was not something I really wanted to do tonight. And I still have to somehow work out... which might or might not happen. I just feel... I dunno... old? I don't like realizing I can't push my body the way I used to be able to. I've lost so much weight recently and I work out EVERY DAY. So I expected my body to have more energy accordingly. That's not so, apparently.
A good rest will help, I'm certain. I was going to update my blogs tonight... but I think that can wait until tomorrow. I'm just going to do some cleanup and reflection. It was a day full of thoughts and feels.
