adventures!
Jun. 28th, 2005 07:23 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7Well. Inexplicably I was awake at six this morning. It was already 76, and we had an ozone warning yesterday that has been extended for today.
But I really needed to get off my ass if I was awake, so I went for a jog.
Frustratingly enough, after stretching forever and determining that I did indeed get my ass kicked last night (turned my ankle, which is ok this morning but still creaky, and smashed my knee into a speedrack which has left a proto-bruise, and generally got beat up), I jogged around the block, about two miles, and... I wasn't tired, wasn't puffing for breath, didn't "feel the burn"... It's not like wow, I'm so fit now, I feel great, it was more that I just didn't feel I was doing enough, but couldn't manage to consistently increase my pace. I don't feel like I really got any exercise. So it's a weird complaint to make, but I haven't been doing this regularly enough for this to be progress. Sometimes it's hard, sometimes it just doesn't take, and there's no way I'll take a nice bike ride later with Dave because it's going to be 90, it's hazy as all fuck already, and the air by noon will be poison. Gross.
So i'm in my lair, which really needs to be decorated so it's a real lair (I'm thinking I dig out my blacklight and glow-in-the-dark accoutrements from college), letting the sweat chill out. (Downside of lair: No potty. Be right back.) Dave's awake already, lounging in his bed with an odd elfin grace, his hair rumpled from sleep and looking a bit like a Fabio romance novel cover, if one took Fabio and attenuated him whilst leaving his hair as it was.
We have plans for today, nefarious plans. (Oh, I checked my schedule yesterday and? The schedule Manager said was different and so I had better check? Was not different. In any way. On any day. Weeeird. I think he's crazy.) So our nefarious plans for today include crossing an international border. Once we have done so, we plan to purchase beer, and also beer. Then we plan to drive a while longer, and purchase... furniture. Yes. Yes! We have evil and nefarious plans to get something comfortable to sit on.
Three things that may hinder us:
1) Dave's car is tiny. Even flatpacked furniture may prove too large. We are moderately trepidatious. I am, anyway.
2) We are notoriously unlucky at shopping. We may not actually be able to find anything comfortable to sit on that we actually want to give someone money for.
3) When the hell are we going to have time to unflatpack complex furniture?
But we don't let these things keep us from trying, and that is why we are the brave citizens of the new world that we are today.
But I really needed to get off my ass if I was awake, so I went for a jog.
Frustratingly enough, after stretching forever and determining that I did indeed get my ass kicked last night (turned my ankle, which is ok this morning but still creaky, and smashed my knee into a speedrack which has left a proto-bruise, and generally got beat up), I jogged around the block, about two miles, and... I wasn't tired, wasn't puffing for breath, didn't "feel the burn"... It's not like wow, I'm so fit now, I feel great, it was more that I just didn't feel I was doing enough, but couldn't manage to consistently increase my pace. I don't feel like I really got any exercise. So it's a weird complaint to make, but I haven't been doing this regularly enough for this to be progress. Sometimes it's hard, sometimes it just doesn't take, and there's no way I'll take a nice bike ride later with Dave because it's going to be 90, it's hazy as all fuck already, and the air by noon will be poison. Gross.
So i'm in my lair, which really needs to be decorated so it's a real lair (I'm thinking I dig out my blacklight and glow-in-the-dark accoutrements from college), letting the sweat chill out. (Downside of lair: No potty. Be right back.) Dave's awake already, lounging in his bed with an odd elfin grace, his hair rumpled from sleep and looking a bit like a Fabio romance novel cover, if one took Fabio and attenuated him whilst leaving his hair as it was.
We have plans for today, nefarious plans. (Oh, I checked my schedule yesterday and? The schedule Manager said was different and so I had better check? Was not different. In any way. On any day. Weeeird. I think he's crazy.) So our nefarious plans for today include crossing an international border. Once we have done so, we plan to purchase beer, and also beer. Then we plan to drive a while longer, and purchase... furniture. Yes. Yes! We have evil and nefarious plans to get something comfortable to sit on.
Three things that may hinder us:
1) Dave's car is tiny. Even flatpacked furniture may prove too large. We are moderately trepidatious. I am, anyway.
2) We are notoriously unlucky at shopping. We may not actually be able to find anything comfortable to sit on that we actually want to give someone money for.
3) When the hell are we going to have time to unflatpack complex furniture?
But we don't let these things keep us from trying, and that is why we are the brave citizens of the new world that we are today.
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Date: 2005-06-28 12:39 pm (UTC)Furniture: can they deliver?
Beer: I checked the website of that place, but alas, no Jupiler. It's this Belgian beer that Morgan fell in love with when he was there that doesn't seem to be distributed in the States, dammit. But wouldja look anyway?
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Date: 2005-06-28 08:15 pm (UTC)> can they deliver
No. There's an international border in the way. And we're outside the mile radius anyway; we asked.
> fat
I dunno, the first bike ride I took last summer I pretty much wanted to die the entire time. It's not until suddenly sometime this summer I just realized abruptly that I was having fun. It was weird that way.