The workout at the gym today was another repeated sprint that gave us all ample opportunity to see our lunches again. I made the mistake of thinking that we weren’t going to do what I surreptitiously saw on the board yesterday.
Because of my disbelief, I went to an Ethiopian restaurant for lunch and my mistake made itself clear about 5pm. I’m not sure how but the lamb stew converted itself directly into a gaseous state but I even has to excuse myself and step outside a few times due to “the vapours.” Rowing was made more difficult when I didn’t want to overengage my core and possibly explode my abdomen in some horrific fashion.
I think I kept any outgassing that under control during the workout but I did notice a burning in the back of my throat like my lunch had gotten very close to making a reappearance. Our gym doesn’t encourage that level of exertion, though, and I appreciate that. Not only don’t I want to make myself sick, I’m usually the guy who mops the floor after the workouts.
The other problem I have is that now I don’t feel like passing out after a hard workout. It actually keeps me up later than I should be and I pay for it the next day at work. At least staying up gives me a chance to do some more reading.
So I think typing this into my iPhone has led to TMI. Maybe next time I’ll make sure I write on a screen where I can see more than a twitter postings worth of words.
Really, if I see another play by Shakespeare, I think I want to see Macbeth again. The biggest reason is that I’ve read Macbeth a bunch of times and I kind of know what’s going on. You know how plans are, though, a friend is in Richard II and I’m going to see it, so I’m slogging through the play on my Kindle. Maybe I should just not have friends unless they agree not to do Shakespearian plays unless they’re doing Macbeth. Come to think of it, I’d probably have to re-read Macbeth since it’s been so long since the last time I thought about it at all.
Last night I was up too late reading Just One Look by Harlen Coben. I didn’t really like the book that much, so I powered through it so I could start reading the next book on my list. The odd thing is, I usually power through books I like, too. It has to be a pretty horrible book before I abandon it completely. Usually I just put it down for a long time and read other books before coming back to it. It’s all pretty compulsive of me, but I read just about anything that’s not moving too fast. Problem is, I was going to go to bed early tonight, but it’s time for me to read some more. Maybe if I get some medication, I’d be better. Dontreadatol. Something like that.
Look at that? I thought about waiting to buy my ticket to Apple’s Worldwide Developers Conference because there was a chance that this economy would limit people from going. It is expensive after all. It sold out already, and fortunately I already have my ticket. San Francisco, here I come!
I often wonder if I should write about what I did at the gym, but lately what I’ve been doing is feeling like throwing up. I had fried chicken for lunch again, and it had enough salt to last me the whole week. We did sprints that made me feel like the chicken would make another appearance, and I had cramps in my quad and my gluteal muscle. In scientific terms, it was a Charley horse in my left upper leg and my right ass cheek. Both made me want to stop what I was doing, but I just slowed down and kept going. That’s pretty much what I do there most of the time.
Today was a Monday and it sure felt that way. I was cranky enough at work and I was really moving slowly at the gym. But instead of going to bed early, I’m still up watching some of the TV shows I missed in the past week. I’m not sure how I went from being kind of slow at the gym to being kind of speedy, but I’m back to being slow. Not a big surprise because I am an old man.
I kind of figured it would be that way today, because my lunch was sitting like a rock in my stomach. Actually, I’m more likely to blame the coffee at work, which probably is some cheap chemical substitute that’s just close enough to coffee to keep us awake without poisoning us to the point of reduced productivity. I’m not sure of this, but my stomach always feels weird on Mondays. I figure it’s more fun to come up with wild conspiracies, as long as I don’t really believe them.
I was going to spend most of the day doing almost nothing, and I mostly succeeded. I caught up on episodes of Dollhouse and Better off Ted but my buddy Il called and wanted help moving a fireplace insert in his parents’ house. This involved standing around and chatting with Il and his brother Duk, and very little moving which is a good thing since the fireplace insert was pretty darn heavy.
As long as I was out I decided to stick more of my dad’s coins into the Coinstar machine. I think Coinstar is kind of a ripoff if you try to get folding money out of it because they charge 8.5%. However, if you decide you want eCertificates (like to Amazon, iTunes, or Cabelas) you get all the money. That’s kind of a scam, too, because I always feel like it’s free money and get an Amazon eCertificate to spend on frivilous items. My dad had 629 pennies, by the way, and his coins plus my pocket change from the past couple of months was $31.69 of Amazon crap for me. That’s about three books on my Kindle.
I was going to waste the rest of the day but Nurse Tiff called and said people were watching the Blazer game at her place, which was great for me because I have no TV signal at my house. She also had tasty steak and asparagus, because nothing says dinner like making your pee smell funny. After the upsetting loss by our team, several of us headed to Voodoo Doughnuts and took them back to Nurse Tiff’s. Now I’ve had so much sugar that my teeth hurt. Somehow, I don’t think if I’m doing this dessert thing right.
I was woken up at 8:40AM by my mom and sister who made it back from Japan today. The good part is that they made it back and they had a great time. The bad part is that I was feeling pretty puny and had to go back to bed, or at least try. I know what hay fever feels like, and it usually doesn’t include lightheadedness. I guess staying up late all week was catching up to me, and I was hoping that I wasn’t getting the ‘flu-like symptoms that seem to be going around. Fortunately, the only thing I had scheduled this weekend was catching up on my TV backlog and trying to figure out what happened to the Batman. (Comic book geekery, in other words.) I also have a book to finish, but there are more where that came from.
It’s funny how moving stuff out of my dad’s room and then pulling up the floor all happened when I was here by myself. The demolition work is probably better to do when you’re the only one around, because it’s loud and dusty, but it would have been nice to have some help taking care of random errands.
Oh, and for those people who think I was going to get my sister fired by complaining about having to do her job: I was their backup plan all along. In fact, her boss was contacting me directly, so he already knows what’s going on. I’m supposed to bill them for my time, but I’d much rather just torture my sister instead. She got me some weird Japanese kits: a wire recorder and a sound synthesizer from Gakken Mook from their “Science for Adults” series to try to placate me. (It’s working.)
I’ve been up late for the past three nights, doing my sister’s job. You’d think I’d have sense enough to go to bed early tonight, but no dice. You’d think after sucking wind at the gym the past two nights, I’d have enough sense to skip a night, but no chance there, either. Tonight was the “Helen” workout and I really wasn’t feeling it. Two laps around the building, 21 kettlebell swings, 15 push-ups, three rounds. My back was cramping, the pollen on the back stretch was thickening the air, and I was just to tired to push myself that extra bit. I did OK, though, 10:16, but I’m sure I could have done better. Oddly enough, last time it took me 10:31.
Tonight, once again, I’m doing my sister’s job for her. I’m up at midnight (I have to get up at 6AM) but her boss has it worse. He lives in Europe and he was up all night with this. We’re both losing sleep because their customer changed a deadline. I’m too stupid to leave them in the lurch.
In any case, I knew I wouldn’t have time for dinner and I mentioned to Sean that I was going to eat Bagel Bites. I was also considering another night of Jack-In-the-Box and yet another Chicken Fajita Pita. Sean told me he had something better for me, and so my dinner was a carton of Muscle Milk. I’m not certain that’s much better for me, but it was quick. I had Pollo Asada for lunch, so I probably needed to cut back on my dinner. I’d never had Pollo Asada at Don Pedro’s before, and it seemed like it had been run over by a car before they served it to me, it was so thin. But I guess they pound it to make it more tender. It was quite tasty. Oh, and I also had a doughnut forced on me mid-afternoon which I’m blaming for making me fall asleep during a phone meeting.
So there you go. I probably won’t be falling asleep during my Friday night date because it sounds like she’s sick of me. Well, I suppose I can’t take credit for her 102°F fever. If we can’t go out, I can sit at home and catch up on some of my TV shows and pay my bills. Exciting times for exciting people, you know.
I’m up late again, and this time it’s my sister’s fault. I’m still in the middle of doing her job for her. Family.
I feel like a big load lately, and I’m sure it’s because I’ve been drinking more than usual. I’m limiting myself, when I can, to two drinks, but there are times when that’s not quite possible. When Il and I are splitting a bottle of wine, for example, I had more than two. And hanging out with Matty G for his birthday required, “Just one more drink.” But Sean said yesterday, “If I had abs like yours, I’d just sit around with my shirt off, eating chocolate cake.” It’s nice to think I could pull that off.
It’s now Tuesday morning and I should be asleep. So much for planning.
I had a Monday. Work was work all day long and I even had a 6:30PM conference call that stretched to 8PM with customers in a foreign country who didn’t appear to speak English. Just before the call I was told that I needed to go over to my sister’s house and email some files to her boss because she forgot to do it or because someone changed a deadline.
I finally made it to Matty G’s birthday party two hours late. I’m not sure who thought it would be a good idea to go to a 26th birthday party on a school night, but about 11PM I heard, “Just have one more drink!” as I headed out the door. It’s a good thing I did, and it’s already way too late for me. Another night with 5 hours of sleep. I’m afraid I can’t survive this sort of nonsense.
I thought I was quite coherent last night until Trevor told me that he couldn’t understand anything I’d written. I guess half a bottle of wine with my dinner was enough to push me into incoherence. Overeating also made my stomach hurt and I wasn’t able to sleep too well. I was wondering if I’d even make it to the gym, but I did, and I didn’t have a chance to slow down all day.
I spent the afternoon tearing out the flooring from my dad’s old bedroom and I think I’m going to save myself several hundred dollars, but I’m not quite sure it’s worth it. I suppose it is an experience and I really don’t have anything better to do this weekend. While it is a mess, being cooped up in a hot, dusty bedroom tearing out a floor, it does keep me out of other kinds of trouble.
I usually try to get the heck out of Dodge a little early on Fridays because the later you’re there, the more likely it is that a customer gives you a last minute Friday afternoon present. That means you have to work on the weekend or at least into the evening. Today I couldn’t leave early because I was waiting for the Honda dealer to call me to tell me that they were finished with my car. I was stuck without a ride home and they didn’t call until after 4:30PM.
I did, however, see the object of my new car lust today: the Honda Insight. Yeah, I know, it looks a little tinny but it has this “gutless” button you can push and you can get 60MPG! And the rear seats fold down so you can carry more crap! Just what I want!
Il and I had our non-isochronal semi-annual birthday dinner tonight at the Ringside and I think I was right when I said we both paid $230 EACH for Il’s dinner in January. Tonight we decided to impose some austerity measures and it still cost us $120 each. Actually, I just didn’t want to drink as much as we have in the past because I’m signed up for the gym in the morning. So while dating is expensive, hanging out with Il at Ringside can possibly be worse.