about getting from point A to point B in the most interesting ways possible

If you're a large woman in America, your whole life is an opportunity to feel self-conscious, embarrassed, resentful and way too big. You can hide in the corner or on the couch, you can go to therapy, or you can put on your lycra bike shorts and get out there and move.
—Jayne Williams, Slow Fat Triathlete

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June 29, 2005

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Raging Girl
Heaven knows, I'm trying. I'm trying, dammit!!

I'm trying to have a good day. The supports are there. So why isn't it working??

Last night I had an awful headache from work, but I made myself go to mat pilates, which was a really good idea. It ended up being a class of 4, and we worked on doing things slowly and precisely. My belly aches this morning, though I don't have the all over ache that I had after the ball class. I need more of that.

This morning, I had this feeling of being a bit bummed out even before I left for work. Part of it, of course, was my inability to get moving in a timely fashion. I had this pang of nostalgia for when Sweetie and I used to go in together to work. And I was guaranteed to get in early, to have time to go to the gym. Now, I fend for myself, which means I get nowhere fast.

It's not something he and I have talked about, though it's probably a huge relief for him to not have to cattle-prod me through the morning regime. But I miss it.
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Okay, I just got back from lunch with Sweetie and some therapeutic yarn buying. I feel better.

Anyways, this morning I rode the bicycle in, which is always a pleasure, and I also wore my heart rate watch, which has a timer function. I was going to get to the bottom of this and see if the times between scooting and cycling were comparable or not. Yeah!

I'm riding in, and as usual I look in the church parking lot to see if Sara's car is there. Hey, it is. And, hey, there's Sara, so I stop and we chat. I get a few blocks away and realize—I didn't stop the timer. Oh well. I probably spent 5 minutes chatting.

The rest of the ride in is unremarkable, except that I make it to my garage in 18:58 minutes according to the bike computer. Wuhoo! Speed demon! If I keep improving at this rate, why, in two years I'll just have to get on the bike to be at work!

I get up to my desk, and there's a small crisis, naturally, which I take care of, and later, I realize that I never turned off the timer! 38:24. Oh well, so much for data collection.

It was about that time that I also realize that I forgot my wallet. It's in my motorcycle hoodie, hanging from the coat tree in the dining room. Sigh!

I'm so sick of being so scattered. On Monday, I gave a guy directions to get to Powells Bookstore as if we were on the 14 Hawthorne bus. Unfortunately, we were on the 6 MLK. Lucky for this guy, somebody else jumped in and said, this bus isn't going to Burnside, it's going to PSU! Ooops.

I'm looking forward to the weekend. And yard work. Hopefully tonight, I can do some vicious plant killing, some straw-bale-raised bed building, and, some finding of the butterfly bush, which is currently covered with blackberry. The thought of killing blackberries sounds very good indeed!

Posted at June 29, 2005

Comments

hey girl - i did see (on the stitch-n-bitch alias) that FANW was closing (and that the store was for sale... and for about 5 hours seriously considered ditching high-tech and buying it). i just saw the pedal&purl class at YG (sadly, it's not much of a pedal for me, and i hate purling (circulars forever!), but cool nonetheless.)

we'll be doing the midnight ride, if you want to hook up beforehand.

Posted by: tszuj at June 29, 2005 10:07 PM

that drawing is hysterical...

Posted by: brit at July 1, 2005 6:09 AM

That drawing is so cool. I need to bring my camera with me more.

Posted by: Jon in Michigan at July 1, 2005 11:55 AM