Weekend update! Days 4-5? I'll have to check
Counting this for the weekend. Which was eventful.
Friday night I left the house for a birthday party. Which is rare for me. I've been increasingly antisocial with older friends, since it always involves drinking and my liver and wellbeing can't put up with that degree of alcohol. Also, being a grad student makes you antisocial.
A mixture of lexapro, dehydration and little food took a hard toll. I went from zero to white girl wasted in 2.2 whiskies. I had planned on drinking 3 whiskies, hanging out for a couple of hours and then heading home, since that's a normal social night for me. That didn't happen. I stuck around until 1am, getting progressively worse for the wear despite having given up drinking a while before. Until finally getting evac from Kris to go home and be sick from alcohol in the comfort of my own home. Lexapro has done wonders for me, for making out day after day, for motivation, for many things. It superseded my genetics. It did not do wonders for my alcohol tolerance. I'll take the tradeoff.
The next day was spent largely on the couch. Making it out for a bike ride around 3:30, just as the rains were coming in. I got hailed on, grumbled a bit and went home. The bathroom and laundry room ceilings got painted in place of much activity. Our house is 98% rid of the poop brown paint that existed when we moved in.
Sunday was epic bike day. Out west of Salt Lake the road Pony Express road trails off into the desert. Leave the highway near Faust, Utah onto a dirt track and out into the desert and it stretches for miles. A barren dirt track. I have always wanted to do this on a bike. The trail itself was the rider trail for the Pony Express during its 20 or so months of operation. Then improved in the 1930s by the CCC, and maintained there after by the National Parks and BLM.
Sunday, with cyclocross tires mounted up we struck out for Simpson Springs, over a pass off the main road on questionable terrain (and a substansial amount of hike-a-bike), we entered Skull Valley on the South end. Tracing the pony road for Simpson Springs. Somewhere along the line I lost a full water bottle into the desert as it bounced out of my cage. So with 1/4 of a water bottle I was in the middle of the desert. Thankfully, with the addition of water from friends we all made it back to the car. 60 miles, 4100 ft of climbing, all of it on dirt. Getting rattled around for 4.5 hours on dirt has made me full body sore today. My legs hurt because standing up while climbing wasn't an option, only grunting it out. The ride was beautiful. My body hates me for it. Next time, I'm bringing a camelbak.
https://www.strava.com/activities/320781888 (Strava is like vacation pictures for cyclists)
Remember how I said the bathroom ceiling got painted? Yeah. Couldn't shower after I got home. Best I've done is a baby wipe bath since that ride. Probably best I don't interact with too many people at work today.
Friday night I left the house for a birthday party. Which is rare for me. I've been increasingly antisocial with older friends, since it always involves drinking and my liver and wellbeing can't put up with that degree of alcohol. Also, being a grad student makes you antisocial.
A mixture of lexapro, dehydration and little food took a hard toll. I went from zero to white girl wasted in 2.2 whiskies. I had planned on drinking 3 whiskies, hanging out for a couple of hours and then heading home, since that's a normal social night for me. That didn't happen. I stuck around until 1am, getting progressively worse for the wear despite having given up drinking a while before. Until finally getting evac from Kris to go home and be sick from alcohol in the comfort of my own home. Lexapro has done wonders for me, for making out day after day, for motivation, for many things. It superseded my genetics. It did not do wonders for my alcohol tolerance. I'll take the tradeoff.
The next day was spent largely on the couch. Making it out for a bike ride around 3:30, just as the rains were coming in. I got hailed on, grumbled a bit and went home. The bathroom and laundry room ceilings got painted in place of much activity. Our house is 98% rid of the poop brown paint that existed when we moved in.
Sunday was epic bike day. Out west of Salt Lake the road Pony Express road trails off into the desert. Leave the highway near Faust, Utah onto a dirt track and out into the desert and it stretches for miles. A barren dirt track. I have always wanted to do this on a bike. The trail itself was the rider trail for the Pony Express during its 20 or so months of operation. Then improved in the 1930s by the CCC, and maintained there after by the National Parks and BLM.
Sunday, with cyclocross tires mounted up we struck out for Simpson Springs, over a pass off the main road on questionable terrain (and a substansial amount of hike-a-bike), we entered Skull Valley on the South end. Tracing the pony road for Simpson Springs. Somewhere along the line I lost a full water bottle into the desert as it bounced out of my cage. So with 1/4 of a water bottle I was in the middle of the desert. Thankfully, with the addition of water from friends we all made it back to the car. 60 miles, 4100 ft of climbing, all of it on dirt. Getting rattled around for 4.5 hours on dirt has made me full body sore today. My legs hurt because standing up while climbing wasn't an option, only grunting it out. The ride was beautiful. My body hates me for it. Next time, I'm bringing a camelbak.
https://www.strava.com/activities/320781888 (Strava is like vacation pictures for cyclists)
Remember how I said the bathroom ceiling got painted? Yeah. Couldn't shower after I got home. Best I've done is a baby wipe bath since that ride. Probably best I don't interact with too many people at work today.