Paid my Dues.
Today I had my day in court. A month ago, I got a ticket for an expired registration. I had overlooked it. I don't suggest it. I felt like I was throwing money into a hole. I went to court for the offense, fully expecting to plead guilty, and ask very nicely for them to forgive me, as I had fixed it. After all the continuances, the guy pretending to be an illegal (like he only knew spanish, which I thought was amusing because the girl next to me said she totally went to junior high with his brother), who bytheway got off with something like $200 in fines (I paid half that) and was let go even though he entered the court in an orange jumper and chains around his ankles and wrists... but I digress... and then waited through all of the parking in a handicapped cases, and then finally got around to me bout 2 hours later. Well, by that time I worked it into my head that pleading innocent would be a good idea, and that I could just explain the address mixup and be let totally off since the judge was so nice. Nevermind that my plates expired in April and I only was "reminded" mid-July. So I was judged GUILTY. Because I had rectified my offense was told I would only need to pay half of the fee, plus court costs. I left feeling even GUILTIER because I had LIED and said that I wasn't guilty, when in fact I was totally wrong, and definitely deserved the ticket, and and and. I lose. I paid my dues. Thank goodness I had a nice judge and saved myself $40. While the latino entertainment was nice, I still walked away kicking myself in the pants. Why do we talk ourselves into lying? It's stupid! There is no point to it. We diminish our character, and accomplish nothing. I feel incredibly guilty of not only the crime I went in for, but the injustice to myself. I am a better person than that. I have no secrets. I am moral and upright in character, and pride myself in it. But, I let myself stoop to attempted thievery and LYING. I had already been caught. It's not like I am a 5 year old with my hand in the cookie jar. Good grief. Rant over. I am just mad at myself for lowering my standards over the justice system and trying to cheat justice. My little brother berated me for not paying before I went because I was guilty, and should pay my dues. I was wrong, so repent sort of reasoning. I am thoroughly chastened. Stupid court. I've paid my dues.
Triathlon Fervor.
Definitely went crazy today. Took a picture of the praying mantis on my car before I left for the day. What a great sign!
Swam 1/2 mile at the Y with Tamara. Biked 13 1/2 miles at First Landing Park with Tamara. Ate yummy tropical smoothie with Tamara. Then went back to the gym by myself and lifted weights for an hour. I did talk myself out of running 7 miles. I totally could have done it, but I thought it would be overkill. First thing tomorrow I'm gonna beat the street. So, I didn't get pictures of any of the fun events of the day, or the cookies I made to treat myself with, but I did get my little prayer bug. I love this shot because I am in it in my entirety. I love the bubbled effect, and my angle. I love the reflection and the rain drops left over from the night before. And I love the little omen that my husband pointed out to me. I also saw a beautiful orb spider by the trashcan. Thank goodness for bad bug eaters.