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Mar. 2nd, 2005 08:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
la_belle_laideKung Fu tonight was actually very cathartic. We did two moves and variations thereof repeatedly for a half an hour. It hurt, especially after having missed almost three weeks and having hardly moved at all in the last few days, but at the same time it was a feeling of accomplishment. It was hard to keep my head down and do a lot of the floor excercizes in warmup, though; my sinuses wanted none of that. But still, at the end of the class I was breathing a lot better.
The ride to Kung Fu though? I swear I have the worst luck on that road (remember I spun out on it last month.) This time--and let me tell it exactly as it happened--a cat ran under my wheels. The damned thing just jetted out from the side of the road and went right under my front tire, and then, of course, the back. It's strange how your brain slows down for something that takes less than a second to happen. I remember thinking, sort of resignedly, "There's no way to avoid this, is there?" even as I pretty much leapt onto the brakes. In my years of driving, I've never run over an animal before. And, I didn't just clip him, I completely ran him down. (Gah, you feel it when you run something over, and both the front and back tire goes over it. It's so awful.) I pulled over to the side of the road to see if he was dead, and clearly, he was. It was an orange tabby, like my Mom's cat only bigger. I guess I just sat there on the side of the road for a few minutes, too, going over it in my head, because I was actually late for class. (One of my many thoughts was, "If I'd stayed home sick tonight, he might still be alive." On the other hand, though, he might not, beacuse the guy who was behind em was right on my tail, and this cat really jetted. It's possible I guess that the guy behind me might have clipped him or, if he hadn't been behind me, might have been the one to run him down.) Oddly, (or maybe not so oddly,) I found myself thinking about Count D, too.
I guess it's karma, but I still feel really rotten about it. If the cat wasn't a stray and had an owner, then I couldn't be more sorry, whoever you are. And cats should be indoors! Damn!
What really was odd, though, was that I had to comfort my car when we got home, like put my hand on it and say, "it's not your fault; we couldn't have avoided that." Which is probably really weird to most people, but then again, I always put my hand on my car after I get out of it, like a thank you for getting me there and back. I've said before, I have an unhealthy attachment to my car.
Well, there's work tomorrow, and I'll be coughing and hacking through it. My eyes are so red and runny that it's actually pretty gross. But I find that it's better to be up and about, moving and doing things, than it is to sit or sleep, because that's when I'm having the most congestion and general juiciness.
And tonight, I have downloaded an early episode of House, and I have some chocolate soy, so I'm all set.
The ride to Kung Fu though? I swear I have the worst luck on that road (remember I spun out on it last month.) This time--and let me tell it exactly as it happened--a cat ran under my wheels. The damned thing just jetted out from the side of the road and went right under my front tire, and then, of course, the back. It's strange how your brain slows down for something that takes less than a second to happen. I remember thinking, sort of resignedly, "There's no way to avoid this, is there?" even as I pretty much leapt onto the brakes. In my years of driving, I've never run over an animal before. And, I didn't just clip him, I completely ran him down. (Gah, you feel it when you run something over, and both the front and back tire goes over it. It's so awful.) I pulled over to the side of the road to see if he was dead, and clearly, he was. It was an orange tabby, like my Mom's cat only bigger. I guess I just sat there on the side of the road for a few minutes, too, going over it in my head, because I was actually late for class. (One of my many thoughts was, "If I'd stayed home sick tonight, he might still be alive." On the other hand, though, he might not, beacuse the guy who was behind em was right on my tail, and this cat really jetted. It's possible I guess that the guy behind me might have clipped him or, if he hadn't been behind me, might have been the one to run him down.) Oddly, (or maybe not so oddly,) I found myself thinking about Count D, too.
I guess it's karma, but I still feel really rotten about it. If the cat wasn't a stray and had an owner, then I couldn't be more sorry, whoever you are. And cats should be indoors! Damn!
What really was odd, though, was that I had to comfort my car when we got home, like put my hand on it and say, "it's not your fault; we couldn't have avoided that." Which is probably really weird to most people, but then again, I always put my hand on my car after I get out of it, like a thank you for getting me there and back. I've said before, I have an unhealthy attachment to my car.
Well, there's work tomorrow, and I'll be coughing and hacking through it. My eyes are so red and runny that it's actually pretty gross. But I find that it's better to be up and about, moving and doing things, than it is to sit or sleep, because that's when I'm having the most congestion and general juiciness.
And tonight, I have downloaded an early episode of House, and I have some chocolate soy, so I'm all set.
