Steel Toed Boots

Steel Toed Boots

It's pretty late, especially for a school night, but I just needed to write.

Tennis season is over until next semester. Off season starts tomorrow. I need to make a plan. I need to get some strength training in. I need to hit a ton of balls between now and next semester. I can't afford to lose what little ground I've gained. The plan also should have some sort of flexibility segment in it; every time I've gotten hurt and visited the trainers in the past 3 years they've said the exact same thing, "You're tight." I am probably the most inflexible female ever. Could that be a Guinness Book award? I'm thinking drilling 2 times a week, playing a match twice a week, strength training twice a week and doing some Pilate's or maybe even branch out into some yoga once a week. This is me brainstorming.

I can't find my school ID, which means I'm pretty much a prisoner in my own apartment complex. Can't get out with ease and can't get back in easy either. 

About this time last year I quit making long term plans because every time I tried, something would go wrong and my plans would go up in smoke. That's not to say I've quit dreaming or don't have goals. I have my dreams and goals, I just decided to let God have way more reign in how I get from A (the present) to B (my dreams). I find myself wanting to set down some framework of my own between A and B regarding myself and Greg. I just don't know where our relationship time line fits in with my goals and his. Actually, he's currently not even sure what his goals are and may be reworking them, so even if I did lay down some structure, they would be sure to get twisted. I suppose all I'm saying with all that is to say a prayer for me; a prayer that I'll trust God to make everything work out for His glory and not my convenience. God has a habit of stepping on my toes so I'm wondering if I should invest in some steel toed boots. I know whatever God's got up His sleeve is way better than what I can only dream of, I just wish I could see up God's sleeve!

One more rant, and then I'm done. A friend of mine-- we will call him Derrick to protect the innocent-- is something of a brother to me. Or at least, if I'd have had a brother I'd hope they'd be one in the same. At least in all respects but one. Derrick thinks he's soooo charming it's sickening. He tends to go on and on when on the topic of dating about how he only dates gorgeous women and recently had the audacity to mention that a friend of mine he dated last year was "meh" and he usually does better in the looks department. That really ticked me off, but I let him go on about whatever it was he was talking about at the moment-- oh, right, how charming he is. Charming my rear end. More like barf appropriate. Derrick is rather mature for his age in every respect except for the ladies department which took me by surprise because it is true that he does tend to have a small gaggle of glassy eyed ladies following after him and most ladies can detect such arrogance. Or maybe that's just me. I'm thinking that he's never truly fallen for someone before and that's why looks are so high on his list. (Or at least I'm hoping!) I also hope that he falls for some girl that isn't the most gorgeous thing to walk the planet and she doesn't return his favor. Sounds mean, but I really do think Derrick needs a slap in the face to ditch that arrogance.

Ok, I'm done. The end.