I never thought I would EVER be the kind of person to say: "I haven't been to the gym and now I feel gross"
This is all happening because I don't know how to prep for running and stretch afterwards or for how long.
I am a fitness idiot. Now I pay in pain. Oh my aging, aching body.
I'm going to gym tonight and using the elliptical. My friend.
Friday, August 31, 2007
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
The power of Salman Rushdie
His words disembody me.
The first book I read of his was The Moor's Last Sigh.
I just began Shalimar the Clown.
The first book I read of his was The Moor's Last Sigh.
I just began Shalimar the Clown.
Monday, August 27, 2007
MoMA's last viewing of Bringing Up Baby
Saturday, August 25, 2007
Hijinx with the "P" family
It was supposed to be gaming night. What it became was eat all the bread and cheese with as much red wine as you can sensibly pace yourself to drink (except Mark) and dancing in your seat to silly tunes from musicovery (thanks for that link Mark).
Somebody got to the boogy down part a little early.
All while we had our slave prepping in the heated kitchen w/o AC.

Booo!!! No more brie-marmalade
The Ps are randomly overexpressive.
The remaining wines M&M collected in CA.
Bearing witness.
And then the Juicer. But, that's a story for another day.
More fool me (this time, I ran 1.5 w/o breaks)
What the hell was I thinking?! PAIN this morning.
So, I thought, hm, let me go running again. But, longer. And, on a treadmill. Sure, that will help.
How far? 1.5 miles. Pushed myself? Yep.
Wise? Not really. Now that I know it really just meant more pain by a factor of 10.
So, I spent about 40min massaging my quads because if I nearly fell down the stairs this morning en route to meet Ann (pre gym)... then would I now make it down from the top of this building without a smashed nose, jaw and/or skull?
(I keep thinking about that one time when I joined the crew team for AM exercise... up and down those stairs... a bajillion times... and then I could not traverse the stairs in my dorm for days. It was horrifying.)
Maybe the massage worked. Maybe cleaning the apartment worked also. I snoozed on the couch while thinking. When I woke and stood, no Extra pain. Good sign, right?
Hey... maybe it wasn't such a bad idea after all. Well, the jury is out until tomorrow morning after 8 hours of inactivity overnight.
I just really want to know what the running hype is. Can you fault me for being eager?
So, I thought, hm, let me go running again. But, longer. And, on a treadmill. Sure, that will help.
How far? 1.5 miles. Pushed myself? Yep.
Wise? Not really. Now that I know it really just meant more pain by a factor of 10.
So, I spent about 40min massaging my quads because if I nearly fell down the stairs this morning en route to meet Ann (pre gym)... then would I now make it down from the top of this building without a smashed nose, jaw and/or skull?
(I keep thinking about that one time when I joined the crew team for AM exercise... up and down those stairs... a bajillion times... and then I could not traverse the stairs in my dorm for days. It was horrifying.)
Maybe the massage worked. Maybe cleaning the apartment worked also. I snoozed on the couch while thinking. When I woke and stood, no Extra pain. Good sign, right?
Hey... maybe it wasn't such a bad idea after all. Well, the jury is out until tomorrow morning after 8 hours of inactivity overnight.
I just really want to know what the running hype is. Can you fault me for being eager?
Friday, August 24, 2007
People, I ran my first mile in 9 years
Sunday, August 19, 2007
Bridal Shower/Bachelorette Party for a Friend (8/18/2007)
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