Drag Your Heart Up

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Haiku

Life gets in the way
and we get to this point where
we don’t talk enough. :(


"I wear a kilt in a lot of the show, and it really has been a real joy to wear. We don’t wear an awful lot underneath, but it’s very liberating and actually riding horses is surprisingly comfortable."  x
"I wear a kilt in a lot of the show, and it really has been a real joy to wear. We don’t wear an awful lot underneath, but it’s very liberating and actually riding horses is surprisingly comfortable."  x

(Source: was-sammyheughan, via fuckyeaoutlander)

At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet.

—Plato

Explaining the Haiku

So, my previous post was a weird haiku (all my haikus are weird). And it’s actually cute.

Last night, I decided to go to a kickboxing class, even though I ran 9 miles the day before and did a full gym workout yesterday morning. When I finished, I texted Mike, and he, suitably impressed, told me I was in “beast mode.” My response: “A beast who will fall asleep with a book on her face tonight.” 

"Yeah, that’s what beast mode is about, LOL" Indeed, Mike. Indeed.

Anyway, today, I went to the gym, instead of running, to gingerly foam roll my aching body and gently put it through 20 minutes on the elliptical. I walked past Mike, working with a client. He smiled and waved, as he always does when he sees me. Normally, I respond in kind, but we don’t speak. Today, I said, “My. Whole. Body. Hurts.” And Mike’s grin got even bigger. “Yeah…?” He enjoyed my pain. Ha.

So yes. I’m a beast, and Mike knows it. And we both laugh at my pain because it’s a sign of me getting even stronger. He admires the beast in me, because he’s got one, too.

Haiku

You called me a beast
I told you my body hurt
You laughed…so did I.

  • Me: [bragging about all my workouts in the last couple days]: I'm feeling quite badass.
  • Mike: That's because you are ____!
  • I love how he just believes. (And how he uses my nickname.)

Attention, Please

Every so often I’ll be leaving the gym as Mike is arriving (or vice versa, or both of us arriving at the same time) and we’ll chat in the parking lot. We know each others’ cars.

Today, as I left the gym feeling a little sad that I hadn’t seen him at all, I saw a familiar car driving down the row where I had parked. I figured it was him, but I pretended to not notice, and casually opened the back door of my car to put my gym bag on the seat. As I opened the driver’s door, he drove by, and it took all I had in me to pretend I wasn’t paying attention.

Then…*honk!* Just a quick little tap of his horn. I looked up to see him waving at me, and smiling.

Don’t even try telling me that wasn’t a little call of “notice me!!” I won’t believe you.