I’m still in a good place emotionally, but I’m battling some minor nausea since Wednesday’s run in the heat, and I’m kinda wiped out. My stomach has been unusually vocal, too. Not sure what’s going on, but I took a couple of rest days from the gym and from running.
My body feels puffy and uncomfortable and not very sexy.
Nevertheless, my Spartacus fantasies have been creeping back into my brain without my invitation, but I haven’t killed them off too quickly. As long as I don’t get too carried away, it’s a pretty entertaining way to spend a daydream.
Why is it that once that name pops into my consciousness, I find it pretty impossible to focus on anything else? Muscles, brains, gentle kindness, and sexy sexy. Divine combo.
My feelings are big; I want to express them.
And I can’t think of anything else to say.