it's only tuesday [ok, technically it's wednesday but the week started seeming long on monday]
this has already been the longest week ever. three am i was up this morning. bort and the russian had a six am flight back to ohio, leaving from san jose. since the russian's place is ten minutes from my office, and because he worries about my tendency to dawdle, we went to dinner after work and then i just stayed over.
initially, we had a four am wake-up planned. san jose is only about thirty minutes from his house but the russian is a crazy person who likes to arrive at the airport unreasonably (imo) early. bort was to ride his motorcycle down from san francisco, park it next to the russian's motorcycle, and then we'd all go from there. so why did we head out at three am? because that was right around the time bort realized that he couldn't carry his suitcase on his motorcycle. so we drove up to the city, then back down to san jose, and because of the added trip, the boys made it to the airport somewhat-more-reasonably early.
after dropping them off, i went to yoga, stopped by my mom's house, stopped by a starbucks, and came to work, where, as i was enjoying some breakfast m&m's, a weight watchers ad popped up on my browser. no comment. (i have resumed my exercise habit--yoga four or five days a week, cardio two days a week and eventually three when i find time--but my inner skinny girl is still battling my food affection.)
in other news, i got a helmet yesterday (on sale for only $100 and the russian was on board with my expectation that he would pay half the cost, so it only cost me $50) and took my first ride on the russian's motorbike (and any motorbike ever). i was scared to begin with and then found the ride scarier than i'd expected. i kept picturing those scenes from movie car chases where bikers hit a bump or something and end up flipped up over the handlebars, landing on their backs and skidding to a stop under a passing semi. or something. i had a death grip around his waist the entire ride, bracing my wrists against the gas tank; they ached by the time we were done.
next step: buying all the other protective gear.
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