I should brain dump a little more often.
This morning on the way to work, the license plate in front of me was "LRNCPR." Which of course I needed to parse out and was expecting something a little more vanity/smartass. But when I succeeded at reading I felt dumb for not getting it right off but it still made me smile because, well, it's a nice PSA and I was expecting something much less nice.
This week, with spring break shutting down the alumni pool, I've been very lazy- I took monday off to celebrate, and I took wednesday to get a few loads of laundry done (and notify the landlord that the flaky pull light heading to the basement is now flaky and sparky and flaming. If it's on. We're leaving it off now and waiting for the electrician.) Yesterday I decided I would move some, though, so I went to the teeny tiny work gym to run and do some kata. they seem to have been nicened up the gym a bit (no water damage on the, moved all the machines into a single line to make space for people to stretch & such, a few new machines and weights and such) I tried the new treadmill and got kind of frustrated in two ways
Apparently the weather monday was about the same (light snow) as it was 30 years to the day. I believe my parents were in the process of moving from inman to somewhere east somerville. somehow, I have this irrational feeling that I get to move on now, but I don't know what from. I also get this silly feeling that I'm going to revert to egg now or something. It also makes me wonder what life will look like in another 15 years or so.
This week, with spring break shutting down the alumni pool, I've been very lazy- I took monday off to celebrate, and I took wednesday to get a few loads of laundry done (and notify the landlord that the flaky pull light heading to the basement is now flaky and sparky and flaming. If it's on. We're leaving it off now and waiting for the electrician.) Yesterday I decided I would move some, though, so I went to the teeny tiny work gym to run and do some kata. they seem to have been nicened up the gym a bit (no water damage on the, moved all the machines into a single line to make space for people to stretch & such, a few new machines and weights and such) I tried the new treadmill and got kind of frustrated in two ways
- what units was the speed in? I set it to ~6.7 and when it got me to speed it said 4.7. But it also said I was running at a pace just under 9. I think the 9 was in minutes, which makes sense with my setting it to 6.7 mph, but what was the 4.7 in?
- Accidentally hitting the emergency stop? yeah... it was nice and easy except that I didn't want to hit it. And it wiped out my run.
Apparently the weather monday was about the same (light snow) as it was 30 years to the day. I believe my parents were in the process of moving from inman to somewhere east somerville. somehow, I have this irrational feeling that I get to move on now, but I don't know what from. I also get this silly feeling that I'm going to revert to egg now or something. It also makes me wonder what life will look like in another 15 years or so.