On Monday some friends and I climbed (via paved trails) a mountain in our area. It was about 4 miles and a pretty steep grade, and at the end of it I was pretty pleased with myself. The wind was whipping us all around close to the top, but I had sunglasses and a ponytail, so I didn’t really mind.
That is, until the next morning when I woke up with a sore, swollen eyeball. I guess dust or something else microscopic made it’s way into the tear ducts in my right eye, because my entire eye was tender, red, swollen, and oozing. I was up most of the night Tuesday, and yesterday I finally broke down and got a prescription for eye ointment.
The walk lit a fire in my belly that burned through my body and somehow hollowed out my leg because since the walk I have only opened my mouth to stuff food down my pie hole. Nothing unhealthy, just mass quantities (except for those oatmeal raisin cookies from my mother in law.)
And that leads me to today, a one-eyed people eater. A famished cyclops. A nibbling creature you would normally find living under a bridge, I sit here oozing and chewing, waiting for Friday’s weigh in and, after that, the weekend.