My happiness factor is very high despite being exhausted from sleep deprivation. Coach, who notices when my elbows are not at the proper 90-degree angle and when my energy level is less than 100%, seemed surprised by my smiley faces today and commented on the contrast between my mood and my all-black gym attire.
First of all, I was still basking from the impressive Redskins win against the Giants last night. My hero, RG3, led the Skins to victory in studly burgundy and gold form. I love to watch that young man play football. Secondly, it was Arm Day. I really can’t explain all of the benefits of Arm Day, but suffice it to say it delights me in a very big way. I know men are supposed to be the visual creatures, not women, but nice biceps thrill me, and Coach’s happen to be outstanding.
But today I could feel my inner radiance working its way to the surface and forcing the corners of my mouth into a permanent upturned grin.
My cheeks hurt.
I’m so fucking happy.