oof: is it bedtime yet?

[dragonlady7]

Sitting around. What to do today? Puttered in garden. Did work on elfpansies. (Note: I cannot get the invites to work. I have sent out invites to everyone who asked to join. But when I go to the pending invites page-- at first they showed up, but now it says I have no pending invites: but the people I invited have not accepted and are not on the members list. I doubt they all declined! So if you actually want to join, you have to send me a join request. Those, I can approve. The invites, they don't seem to work. Alternately, I should just freaking make it an open community. I just sorta, I dunno. It just seemed like there was a reason, at the time. I don't think there is, though.)
Said, "Dave, let's go for a bike ride."
So we went for a bike ride.

We didn't look at a map first. Stupid me, I assumed that Dave had understood the map from the last time. Well, the more stupid part was assuming that all the bits of the bike path with the same name actually connected. They don't.

I have no idea how far we went. We started off by going down by the Japanese water garden in Delaware park, and taking the Scajaquada Creek bike path. Then we kinda meandered around "the Riverwalk" which was or was not labeled depending on whim. Mostly we went southward. We were down at the Erie Basin Marina at one point. Then we came back up. The Riverwalk was inscrutably indicated with very tiny pale arrows here and there. We wound up way over on Hertel by Niagara Street. We abandoned the Riverwalk, as it would have taken us up to Niawanda Park (which is where we went on our 18-mile bike ride a couple weeks ago) and that's no good. So we rode home on Hertel.
By the time we were back on our street, neither of us could really pedal anymore, so we were kind of gliding. I'm having trouble holding my arms up enough to type. And the entire palm of both hands is just one giant blister because I have The Shittiest Handlebars Ever. I do have a lovely ergonomic bike seat somewhat-obscenely sculpted for "the female form" (it actually quite graphically resembles an inverse set of labia, which offended me, but it's as comfortable as is possible for a bike seat, so I gave up on complaining about it), but by this point my ass-bones, inner thighs, and crotch in general is one big bruise.
On top of all that, I got up this morning and went for a jog and lifted free weights, assuming it'd get hot and shitty and I'd be slothful all afternoon.

So, I think I can eat whatever the hell I want for dinner tonight, don't you?

Provided I can get up to make/buy it. God Damn, the parts of me that are neither bruises nor blisters have magically transformed themselves into lead.

Comments

[lenine2.livejournal.com]

>We didn't look at a map first.

That happened to Mr. L and me once. Except we were XC-skiing. One of us had the thought "Let's try this trail for a change" and about four hours later we were trudging on the road back to the car with our skis on our shoulders. Turns out it was the longest, most difficult trail in the park, and it was down into a deep valley and back out again. When we got back to the house we both fell asleep for the rest of the day.

But yeah, it justifies being able to eat anything you want, which almost makes it worth it.

[tehta.livejournal.com]

The invites are meaningless, as I found when starting yttt.