Egregious Disruptions
Wow, I have a lot to write about today.
The Gas Station Coffee Auditions continue. Today's candidate: UDF. Verdict: pretty tasteless. Not a fan. So far my favorite is Speedway but there isn't one on a direct route between me and work. BP is the clear winner so far.
There was an Egregious Disruption last night Chez madlori/shadist. We were without power for an hour or so - by the time I got home from work it was back - but the cable was out all night, which means no Tubes. Sad panda. I watched Avatar DVDs and did some writing, then around 8:30 I went out for a jog.
Which brings me to my next Egregious Disruption. I am still trying to slay the beast that is Couch to 5K Week 4. It's a sequence of intervals of 3/5/3/5. Last time I only managed a three minute and then a five because of heat and knee pinchy. I hoped to complete it last night. So I went to the neighborhood where I jog (there's a very convenient 2-mile loop among the neighborhood streets that lots of people use for dog walking and jogging and such) and off I went. I did the first three then the first five without much problem, but the second three-minute interval was hard. I was about thirty seconds from finishing it when some douchebag drove by in a car and yelled out the window at me:
"YOU'RE NOT GONNA MAKE IT!"
Oooooooooh fuck you so much. What kind of person goes to the effort of yelling discouragement at someone exercising? I was venting about this to Dayna and she said "He has a small penis!" Probably true. Well, I was damned if I'd let him see me slow to a walk as I was supposed to do at that point so I kept jogging until the car was out of sight, adding another 1.5 minutes to my 3-minute interval.
The worst part is that he was right. I just did not have that final 5-minute interval in the gas tank. I gave myself a little longer recovery time than I was supposed to (you only get 90 seconds before that final 5 minutes) and started up again but only got about 2 minutes in before I was just...done. But it was progress from last time and I WILL conquer this week's workout eventually and then it'll be on to the next week.
I felt bad for about a minute and then I was just pissed. I was half hoping the guy would be parked up ahead so I could go yell at him. How many pounds have YOU lost this year? How many miles did YOU hike last weekend? I had a little bit of fat-girl-exercising humiliation about it but it passed quick because it's easy to get over it when I'm so clearly in the right. And it might not have been a fat-girl thing. My cousin Rhett, who is awesomely fit (he rowed crew at Berkeley) just commented that he gets "Run, Forrest, Run!" about once a week. I've never been hooted or yelled at before today so I guess I'm just lucky...or I've chosen better locations.
So I will close with a couple of macros.
Help me out, Oh Friendslist. Comment with one of your favorite appropriate macros. Especially welcome are those indicating the appropriate place for Haters (which is, of course, to the left). Enrich my collection.
The Gas Station Coffee Auditions continue. Today's candidate: UDF. Verdict: pretty tasteless. Not a fan. So far my favorite is Speedway but there isn't one on a direct route between me and work. BP is the clear winner so far.
There was an Egregious Disruption last night Chez madlori/shadist. We were without power for an hour or so - by the time I got home from work it was back - but the cable was out all night, which means no Tubes. Sad panda. I watched Avatar DVDs and did some writing, then around 8:30 I went out for a jog.
Which brings me to my next Egregious Disruption. I am still trying to slay the beast that is Couch to 5K Week 4. It's a sequence of intervals of 3/5/3/5. Last time I only managed a three minute and then a five because of heat and knee pinchy. I hoped to complete it last night. So I went to the neighborhood where I jog (there's a very convenient 2-mile loop among the neighborhood streets that lots of people use for dog walking and jogging and such) and off I went. I did the first three then the first five without much problem, but the second three-minute interval was hard. I was about thirty seconds from finishing it when some douchebag drove by in a car and yelled out the window at me:
"YOU'RE NOT GONNA MAKE IT!"
Oooooooooh fuck you so much. What kind of person goes to the effort of yelling discouragement at someone exercising? I was venting about this to Dayna and she said "He has a small penis!" Probably true. Well, I was damned if I'd let him see me slow to a walk as I was supposed to do at that point so I kept jogging until the car was out of sight, adding another 1.5 minutes to my 3-minute interval.
The worst part is that he was right. I just did not have that final 5-minute interval in the gas tank. I gave myself a little longer recovery time than I was supposed to (you only get 90 seconds before that final 5 minutes) and started up again but only got about 2 minutes in before I was just...done. But it was progress from last time and I WILL conquer this week's workout eventually and then it'll be on to the next week.
I felt bad for about a minute and then I was just pissed. I was half hoping the guy would be parked up ahead so I could go yell at him. How many pounds have YOU lost this year? How many miles did YOU hike last weekend? I had a little bit of fat-girl-exercising humiliation about it but it passed quick because it's easy to get over it when I'm so clearly in the right. And it might not have been a fat-girl thing. My cousin Rhett, who is awesomely fit (he rowed crew at Berkeley) just commented that he gets "Run, Forrest, Run!" about once a week. I've never been hooted or yelled at before today so I guess I'm just lucky...or I've chosen better locations.
So I will close with a couple of macros.
Help me out, Oh Friendslist. Comment with one of your favorite appropriate macros. Especially welcome are those indicating the appropriate place for Haters (which is, of course, to the left). Enrich my collection.