A little leg-jiggle.
It’s 4:42 am and I’m sitting here doing some crazy mad leg jiggling.
Wound up.
Excited. Nervous, doubting, hopeful. Weather.com is reporting in a delightful 57 degrees, I’m sipping some coffee so I’ll have even more nervous energy to leg jiggle with.
When I was younger, less cynical and questioned less I was a daily Mass goer. That is when I learned about my leg jiggling, sitting there in the back of the chapel with a couple besties, quiet, eyes closed, centering. SLAM Kay’s hand would come down on my knee, clenching my leg.
It is not – not – polite to snort in church, but dammit, every time I’d snort a laugh. I was doing it again. She would cut her eyes over at me. It was extremely dangerous to make eye contact or we’d get the giggles like a couple of idiot teenagers instead of the idiot parents of teenagers that we were.
I have no clue what to expect today, after delusions of grandeur two weeks ago and getting my butt handed to me I have two goals: 1. Finish. 2. Finish strong(ish).
Amend, three goals: 3. No barfing.
“My brains, his steel, and your strength against sixty men, and you think a little head-jiggle is supposed to make me happy?”
Legs are jiggling. Drinking coffee, eating my bagel.
I feel like barfing.
Good luck, Terri….
Thanks! It was great…not quite what I expected, but great – more later!
You’ve got this!
Thanks! It kinda got me, too… 😉
You Rock!
YOU rock, rockstar! Thanks!
Woohoo! See ya on the other side. Can’t wait to hear how it went. Kick some ultra ass!
Thanks! And laughing, we both did some ass-kicking!
Good luck!!!!!! Youre going to do amazing!
Thanks! It didn’t turn out quite as I expected but I’m happy with the day – more later!