Tuesday is a good day.
This morning, for the first time since I've been working with this whole Chi Running thing, I felt it. Some pieces got put together and I really felt it working. My posture was good. I was picking up my feet, kicking back, relaxing my legs, focusing on my center. I felt like I could have kept running forever. I haven't felt that good running in a long time. And this was in drizzle and crazy strong winds!
I had a lovely lunch with Work Friend. We did a little shopping (not for us, though).
I went for a totally gratuitous walk in the middle of the afternoon sunshine.
But most importantly, I got my U2 360 tickets today! YEA! Actually, Hubby was in charge of getting them. I get very nervous (what DON'T I get nervous about?), so he took the job. Even though we debated getting general admission (because of this whole 360 concept in a football stadium, we have no real idea of what to expect, and with U2, closeness is very important to me), what won out is that I'm old. I don't want to have to fight for position and spend the night getting crushed, elbowing drunken college kids out of my way, and unable to pee for 7 hours because if I leave the exact spot I'm standing in I'll never ever get it back. I want a seat. To sit down in while I wait through the opening act (please don't let them suck) for U2 to play. That will still be there when I get back from the bathroom (because I will have to go to the bathroom - probably a few times- because I'm aged.). That will be waiting for me when I get to the stadium so that I don't have to be waiting in the GA line at 9:00 in the morning, ensuring I can go out for a nice dinner first and eat something that isn't a PBJ packed the night before and shoved in a backpack that I will be living out of for a full day of waiting in the GA line. I have done those things before. But I was young then. It was fun then. Now, I'm, physically, an old person who wants a nice meal and a chair to sit in while I wait to spend 2 hours acting like the 15 year old that I am, mentally, singing and screaming and crying (because there will be crying involved - there always is) for U2.
Long story short. I'm really happy that, not only am I seeing U2 live, but I will have real, actual seats from which to do it. Seats are good. (Although, truthfully, I'd hang from a rafter if that's what I had to do to see my boys.)
Long story even shorter. I'M SO HAPPY!