NoJoMo day 3 *edit*

So Joy and I went (with her sister in law) to see "This is it" tonight.  That movie was so amazing to watch, I wish I could have actually gotten to see it live in concert.  The world truly lost an amazing artist with his death.

I went for a run again today.  I took some pictures of the trail I run on and I want to get all artistic and photoshop-y on them but I can’t find the cord to upload them from my phone.  So when I find the cord I will upload them and get all artsy on them and you can see my trail!   However since said run was the second day in a row it kicked my butt.  I got halfway down (the part I run is about a mile long and I go the mile to one intersection and then the mile back) and my right knee (the leg with all the nerve damage from my back injury) started killing me.  Not cramping up, just suddenly getting shooting pains in my knee and some of the muscles around it.  Weirdly, they stopped when I actually was jogging and only bothered me when I was walking.  But it’s calmed down since then, though still kind of sore.  So running is kind of nirvana-ish thing.  I didn’t expect it to be something I’d enjoy.  I just wanted to get out more and do some exercising, being the fat kid that I am, I wanted to try and bump up my cardio a little.  And I’m not gonna lie, I feel tons greater.  Only 2 days of running and I just feel better all around and then I look at myself in the mirror and I feel better about myself knowing I’m doing something that’s so…good for me.

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I remember now why I purposefully avoid making things habitual or routine.  My stupid OCD kicked in so badly tonight I actually had a mild panic attack.  All because Quinn broke a routine.  We have watched Sons of Anarchy every Tuesday since the season started.  Tonight all of a sudden he broke the pattern to see some of his flag football teammates to talk game.  It set me into a full out OCD-induced frenzy of craziness.  The only reason it was mild was because I found an outlet for my OCD-ness.  I took off my nail polish.  It was getting pretty chipped anyway and I was meaning to take it off the last day or 2 but just hadn’t gotten around to it in the scheme of things.  I tore up my room looking for my kit and went to work on my nails, making them absolutely spotless.  Nearly killed myself on fumes at times because I put my face right up against my hands while I worked.  How do I know it was OCD?  Because the minute I looked at my pristine, single-color, non-chipped fingers and toes this knot in my chest just eased up.  It’s not gone so I know I will have another attack sooner rather than later but for now I’m more sane than I was a minute or so ago.

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