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That Feeling When...
Sunday, July 30th, 2017 08:56 amTrigger Warning: Mention of exercise & asthma
For the past few weeks, you've been wishing and wishing for at least just a taste of Fall because this hellish heat and suffocating humidity (which is about 75% of what exacerbates your asthma) is not your favorite. You want just a taste-just a taste.
You didn't even go for a walk yesterday because, besides the heat, the humidity was just too much for your breathing.
Your mama comes home this morning from her nightshift at work to wake you up straight outta dreamland. And she wakes you up with the announcement that it's actually a beautiful, glorious, cool. Hell, she even opened up all the windows and back door sans turning on the AC, so cool it was. She insists that you get your butt up, eat a hearty breakfast, and go for a walk this morning.
You're groggy as hell, but you notice that, with the windows & back door open, it doesn't feel like hell straight from Satan's balls is coming in to smother you.
So, excited (but still groggy), you get up and get dressed. Lightly moisturize ('causes Sunday is wash day anyway) your 'fro, make yourself a breakfast of turkey bacon, scrambled eggs, and buttered toast. Wait for it digest while you finish getting dressed, brush your teeth, and do the dishes.
Oh, and you also put just a little bit of lotion on your legs & arms. Especially your legs...because it doesn't do to go out with Ashy Knees And Ankles. 'Tis unbecoming of a black lady.
Then you get your sunglasses, Bleepy, and headphones...head out of the front door...
...And holy fucking shit, it feels like it's Autumn 'cause it's cool and breezy and sunny and pretty and there's next to no fucking humidity.
Holy fucking shit, you were glad you wore a pair of shorts to feel that nice, cool breeze!!!
And when you came back inside, sweaty and huffy, after 30 minutes of power walking (woohoo!), you didn't even need your inhaler.
Ahhh...this morning was a good morning. A very, very good morning.
I'm thinking my letter to Thor actually worked! LOLOL!
Also! I'm posting this from Pinky, who's up, running, and healthy as ever with her brand new (and better, holy shit) charger. I missed you so much, Pinky! Yay! :D
For the past few weeks, you've been wishing and wishing for at least just a taste of Fall because this hellish heat and suffocating humidity (which is about 75% of what exacerbates your asthma) is not your favorite. You want just a taste-just a taste.
You didn't even go for a walk yesterday because, besides the heat, the humidity was just too much for your breathing.
Your mama comes home this morning from her nightshift at work to wake you up straight outta dreamland. And she wakes you up with the announcement that it's actually a beautiful, glorious, cool. Hell, she even opened up all the windows and back door sans turning on the AC, so cool it was. She insists that you get your butt up, eat a hearty breakfast, and go for a walk this morning.
You're groggy as hell, but you notice that, with the windows & back door open, it doesn't feel like hell straight from Satan's balls is coming in to smother you.
So, excited (but still groggy), you get up and get dressed. Lightly moisturize ('causes Sunday is wash day anyway) your 'fro, make yourself a breakfast of turkey bacon, scrambled eggs, and buttered toast. Wait for it digest while you finish getting dressed, brush your teeth, and do the dishes.
Oh, and you also put just a little bit of lotion on your legs & arms. Especially your legs...because it doesn't do to go out with Ashy Knees And Ankles. 'Tis unbecoming of a black lady.
Then you get your sunglasses, Bleepy, and headphones...head out of the front door...
...And holy fucking shit, it feels like it's Autumn 'cause it's cool and breezy and sunny and pretty and there's next to no fucking humidity.
Holy fucking shit, you were glad you wore a pair of shorts to feel that nice, cool breeze!!!
And when you came back inside, sweaty and huffy, after 30 minutes of power walking (woohoo!), you didn't even need your inhaler.
Ahhh...this morning was a good morning. A very, very good morning.
I'm thinking my letter to Thor actually worked! LOLOL!
Also! I'm posting this from Pinky, who's up, running, and healthy as ever with her brand new (and better, holy shit) charger. I missed you so much, Pinky! Yay! :D
