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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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March 8, 2006

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barbie bikeI rode the scooter down the driveway this morning, and for the first time ever, almost tipped. It was rather exciting. Even more so because I was wearing a skirt with no leg armor. Note to self: get leg armor or c@rhart pants.

Sweetie and I opened a bottle of his first batch of homebrew last night, and, it was good! Really good, actually. This is so tremendously exciting.

Pilates was very hard, very very hard, but I stayed the course. I worked hard. It was the first class of the session, so I was expecting hard. As usual, I was struck by the fact that people who barely know me remember my name, and my pilates instructor—well, not so much. Do I expect too much after a year plus? Obviously, yes. I expect by this afternoon that I will be disabled with core pain. Bring it on.

What else to tell? I've been completely obsessed with search results. I mean, I am configuring a search engine now, so it makes sense.

Posted at March 8, 2006

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