Came home. Cursed myself for leaving the sliding glass door open because there were penguins flapping around in my living room. A bit nipply, today.Then I ate some cottage cheese, but after a couple of bites I thought it tasted off. I kept eating for a while and then eventually stopped. I took a picture of the offending dairy product and then thought, "Oh my god, what am I doing?".
Went to the gym for an hour and forty five minutes. I think it might be my longest session at the gym to date. A older gent came in when I was on the bike (95% of the time I go there is no one there which is awesome) and he walked on the treadmill for fifteen minutes and then informed me that was all he could handle. I don't know if he was referring to my body odor, or his cardiovascular limits.
I did ten (crappy, poor form) boy pushups! It took me fourteen minutes, but I did them. One day. One day I'll be able to open the door to my office building without having to make it a whole body motion and nearly tearing my arm out of its socket.
Now I am here. See? Here I am. Bored. Tired. In need of a haircut.
Some people are going for drinks after work on Friday. Work husband said we should get shittered, but I have to be in Vancouver to do the TD Bank Shoreline Cleanup the next morning. Who am I kidding? I'll be out there, wading around in the tidal pools, cleaning seagulls, artfully arranging sand and fending off pinchy rock crabs with a massive hangover.
2 comments:
Your hair is fine. Boy push-ups aren't all they're cracked up to be. I love Vancouver.
I really should work on making obvious connections between sentences.
Yea to you for cleaning up the beaches. I love Duder!
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