So I am sitting here just back from my 6 mile wunk and quite frankly I am dying to get into a hot shower, but I wanted to brain dump as my thoughts tend to flit in and out often faster than I can grab them. I do hope you get a nugget out of today’s post, and if nothing else, you will get a giggle…money back guaranteed if you don’t 😉
OK, so back to my wunk…
What the hell is a wunk you ask?
A wunk is my terminology for what I do…a cross between running and walking. I walk on the front and back end of the 6 and run in the middle. I don’t call myself a runner by any stretch of the imagination, but nor do I mosey along either. I wunk.
Now today is a particularly miserable here in the Northeast. Windy, rainy, brisk..did I mention it was windy and rainy? I have made the commitment to myself to wunk at least 3 times/week, in addition to the other activities I do (volleyball, zumba, yoga, elliptical…)…and today was a day to wunk.
I poked around a bit this morning, ran some errands, and by the time I seriously started to consider wunking, it was raining…and the wind was starting to blow. *sigh* and so started the verbal sparring between Sensible Self and Authentic Self.
I looked dourly outside and Authentic Self said “yep, let’s go.” Sensible Self immediately started quickly running through some of the stages of the grief process.
Sensible Self: Are you completely out of your mind? It’s ridiculous out. (denial)
Authentic Self: I know, but it won’t be that bad.
Sensible Self: So you’re going to wear the giant sombrero sized Asshat today. (anger)**I have many sized Asshats for many different situations;)
Authentic Self: I guess I am. (Authentic Self is known for being a tad stubborn, persistent and determined)
Sensible Self: Why don’t you just do a zumba tape or go to the freakin’ gym? (bargaining)
Authentic Self: I don’t want to…I want to wunk; besides everyone is hanging around the house
Sensible Self: Fine, whatever…you’re going to pay for it later. The fibro and arthritis is going to flare up big time in this weather (depression)
Authentic Self: We’ll deal
Sensible Self: OK fine; but let’s make sure we dress warm and put on our armor of lotions, potions, and goo to ward off the 2 headed dragon combo (arthritis/fibro) (acceptance)
**Disclaimer: I am in no way making light of the grieving process, but I have noticed that when we have these conversations with ourselves, it tends to follow this pattern.
And so “we” set off. Sensible Self sulking and Authentic Self pretty much diggin’ being out in the miserable weather. As I ventured down the road, Authentic Self said, “See this isn’t so bad”…to which Sensible Self (determined now to give Authentic Self the silent treatment) said nothing.
This is not to say that Authentic Self did not at different points in the wunk question the wisdom of a 6 mile jaunt in totally crappy weather, but honestly I like it when it’s a bit adversarial. I feel a bit self-righteous and that I’ve conquered a challenge when the elements aren’t perfect…but that’s me.
Sensible Self did speak up one or two times; especially when the wind was slanting the rain sideways and it was stinging right in my face. “See…I told you”…
Authentic Self said, “A long soak in the hot tub and some Screamin’ Toast and it’ll be fine”
Sensible Self gleefully shot back “Jet’s broken in the hot tub…”
Authentic Self, “Ok, a long hot shower then”
And so that is what I’m about to do…a long hot shower, the liberal application of Screamin’ Toast and a lovely evening with friends.
Sensible Self and Authentic Self will continue to disagree and that is ok (but secretly I think Sensible Self enjoyed herself a bit today too).
And so I ask you, dear friend…what voice will you listen to today?