My Weekend.
Where to start, where to start.
I had a good weekend. It had ups, downs, lefts and rights, but through it all I can say, it was good.
I left work early to go hiking up seven bridges with Jenny. Of course, I was an idiot before we even left, so I sort of sabotaged us. I had walked nearly 2 miles at work because I was stone cold bored. Lately, my answer to having nothing to do is to go walk a bit. This, of coruse, meant that I had quite the build up of lactic acid in my legs before we even started climbing the mountain. When I walk at work, I don't pussyfoot around. I walk at my normal pace for about 5 minutes, then push for 20. Then I walk normal again for 5 minutes, and that normally gets me around the parking lot twice. I did that two and a half times on Friday.
So, when confronted with nearly constant uphill movement, and steps, my muscles decided to call it quits. My breathing would grow rapid, and I would suddenly just feel tired. I had to stop so many times, I was nearly embarrased. We made it up to the seventh bridge, and spent some time just chatting and wading in the stream. It was good, but man did I kick my ass. Came home, played some cards, had MORE exercise... crashed.
Saturday, went out to see District 9... which was good. It was not anything like what I was expecting, but it was very well done. It was the third movie I'd seen in a week that reminded me of Rifts(c). Went home, cleaned like mad people for the game that night, and had game.
I wasn't really in the mood for Vampire. ratontheroad had handed me a copy of Gheist to read, and I really just wanted to sit in a corner and read in the ghostly goodness. jenniferro had stayed in town specifically to play, so I decided to at least go to opening announcements. Jerry brought a tasty new girl to the game, so my mind was made up. I had to play. Got an electronic 'phone number' from her, had a pretty good time, so all was good.
Sunday, well, we went up the mountain again. We brought elf and the dog with us this time, and as usual when I go hiking with elf it took half the time it did on Friday. Of course, I wasn't suffering from being tired already, so Jennie and I decided to keep going. Elf stayed at the seventh bridge with the dog, and we just headed on up. The view from the top was amazing, and passing the water falls on the way up just made the trip. At one point, Jennie decided to scramble up, and I took the opportunity to rest. While I was sitting there, I looked around, and I noticed that way below us was the brook, and there appeared to be a path next to it. Of course, this led to me suggesting that we just go down the mountain to the water. Jennie was up for it, as she always is, and we started down. You know all those rocks and things you see on the side of the mountain? Yeah... not so secure. In fact, it was pretty much a slide all the way down. We took our time, made sure of our footings, and didn't do too much damage to ourselves. Jennie kept stopping, to make sure she was there to 'catch me' if I fell, which I found kind of endearing. Of course, the thought of her trying to stop my 260 pound monster body from sliding past her made me even more cautious.
We made it back safely... all accept for my alternate girlfriend. At one point I put my left hand out to catch myself, and managed to bruise the inside of my ring finger. She'll forgive me, though... she always does.
So, here I am after a weekend of fun and exercise, all refreshed and ready to go.
I would like to note that I'm sore. Lots of sore. :D
Paix, people.
I had a good weekend. It had ups, downs, lefts and rights, but through it all I can say, it was good.
I left work early to go hiking up seven bridges with Jenny. Of course, I was an idiot before we even left, so I sort of sabotaged us. I had walked nearly 2 miles at work because I was stone cold bored. Lately, my answer to having nothing to do is to go walk a bit. This, of coruse, meant that I had quite the build up of lactic acid in my legs before we even started climbing the mountain. When I walk at work, I don't pussyfoot around. I walk at my normal pace for about 5 minutes, then push for 20. Then I walk normal again for 5 minutes, and that normally gets me around the parking lot twice. I did that two and a half times on Friday.
So, when confronted with nearly constant uphill movement, and steps, my muscles decided to call it quits. My breathing would grow rapid, and I would suddenly just feel tired. I had to stop so many times, I was nearly embarrased. We made it up to the seventh bridge, and spent some time just chatting and wading in the stream. It was good, but man did I kick my ass. Came home, played some cards, had MORE exercise... crashed.
Saturday, went out to see District 9... which was good. It was not anything like what I was expecting, but it was very well done. It was the third movie I'd seen in a week that reminded me of Rifts(c). Went home, cleaned like mad people for the game that night, and had game.
I wasn't really in the mood for Vampire. ratontheroad had handed me a copy of Gheist to read, and I really just wanted to sit in a corner and read in the ghostly goodness. jenniferro had stayed in town specifically to play, so I decided to at least go to opening announcements. Jerry brought a tasty new girl to the game, so my mind was made up. I had to play. Got an electronic 'phone number' from her, had a pretty good time, so all was good.
Sunday, well, we went up the mountain again. We brought elf and the dog with us this time, and as usual when I go hiking with elf it took half the time it did on Friday. Of course, I wasn't suffering from being tired already, so Jennie and I decided to keep going. Elf stayed at the seventh bridge with the dog, and we just headed on up. The view from the top was amazing, and passing the water falls on the way up just made the trip. At one point, Jennie decided to scramble up, and I took the opportunity to rest. While I was sitting there, I looked around, and I noticed that way below us was the brook, and there appeared to be a path next to it. Of course, this led to me suggesting that we just go down the mountain to the water. Jennie was up for it, as she always is, and we started down. You know all those rocks and things you see on the side of the mountain? Yeah... not so secure. In fact, it was pretty much a slide all the way down. We took our time, made sure of our footings, and didn't do too much damage to ourselves. Jennie kept stopping, to make sure she was there to 'catch me' if I fell, which I found kind of endearing. Of course, the thought of her trying to stop my 260 pound monster body from sliding past her made me even more cautious.
We made it back safely... all accept for my alternate girlfriend. At one point I put my left hand out to catch myself, and managed to bruise the inside of my ring finger. She'll forgive me, though... she always does.
So, here I am after a weekend of fun and exercise, all refreshed and ready to go.
I would like to note that I'm sore. Lots of sore. :D
Paix, people.