Fucking happy. Yep. That’s what I am.
Each time I open up a little bit more I blush from the unveiling. My emotions – my Self – uncovered and bare-assed, laid out and ready to receive more Love. It’s a wonderful, incredible experience.
Tonight I feel clear. Decisions that awaited my attention have resolved themselves in my mind, and I’m optimistic and anxious to move forward on those with appropriate action. It always feels better to me when I have a goal and a purpose, instead of simply treading water.
Today’s workout was one of the very best ever. Coach wants to refocus our efforts on some serious crossfit style circuits and start bumping up my weights again. I couldn’t be happier about that – I love working out hard. I was breathless after our first serious round of it, and I’m excited to see what the rest of the week holds. I think he’s determined not to let my last race drag me out of bad-ass mode, and it’s a good strategy, because it will keep me focused and happy and strong. And I hope to get a tighter ass out of the deal, too.
To top off this phenomenal day, my beloved Spartacus came to visit me in a daydream. He looked into my eyes and my heart pounded hard beneath my breast. I felt my face flush from happiness and a wave of sensuality rushed through my entire body that left me trembling and aching to be in his arms. I was just getting to the good part where he would pull me passionately against his strong, gorgeous chest and kiss me until my knees buckled underneath me… such a shame that dream was interrupted with practical things. I’ll have to get back to that later.
Now seems like a very good time, come to think of it.