After I ran tonight, I just lay there with my heart pounding looking at my naked hands and feet with the nail polish chipping off into little continents and looked at all the veins under the milky skin and thought about what bizarre creatures we really are.
Then I didn’t want to do my weights so I told my Dad
“Dad, I don’t want to do weights. I just want to magically get stronger.”
And he said “Mmm. I tried that once.”
“Did it work?” I asked.
“No. It didn’t,” He replied.
So I lay on the couch for a bit and made weird noises until I just decided to do my weights anyway and then after half a set I got mad so I started singing Don’t Stop Believin and I laughed to myself because I really am a small town girl.
That was my night.
