Got f***ing angry... then walked.
Saturday, September 01, 2018
As I mentioned in my last post, there’s a chance that maybe I’m going through an overall transformation. I don’t know for sure, but whatever it is, I’m dealing with everything by myself - little to no support. Yesterday, another straw broke this camel’s back.
I won’t go into detail, but suffice it to say that I was enraged, furious, almost to the point of no return. (A few things got broken in the process. That hasn’t happened in a VERY long time; don’t think this is something I regularly do, please. Childish? Yes. Did/Do I care? Not one bit.) Then something clicked inside of me - “(Spinster), walk home.” And I said “You know what? Rather than f*** up some undeserving person on public transport, that’s exactly what I’m gonna do. I’m gonna walk this s*** right off.”
And walk, I did... about 5.5 miles. It wasn’t the whole way home, but it was halfway (or more) home. Uber did the rest. Got home, stretched, called it a night.
I was recently diagnosed with sciatica, so I’m sure I’ll pay for all this walking from yesterday and today. (Yes, I’m still pissed and yes, I walked 3.75 miles late this morning.) But at least when all is said and done, I’ll be one angry healthy lean a** b****. My doctor can refer me for physical therapy or give me some extra muscle relaxers later. 😒😒😒