Balls to the Wall
With the frenetic pace of my life lately, I couldn’t have asked for a better time to enjoy a three day weekend. Fortunately the weather is supposed to be beautiful for the duration. I hope the meteorologists get things right for once. If I spot a single raindrop I may just have an aneurysm.
In the event that you’ve noticed I seemed to drop off the face of the Earth, here’s a brief recap of the things that have been consuming my every waking moment recently:
Work. I’ve been putting in a lot of 10+ hour days. People have been tossing around that “workaholic” word. I need to find a balance between getting thing done and making it home in time for dinner.
Gym. I finally managed to get myself to the health club. I met with a trainer to put together my “I’ve never truly exercised in my life” fitness program and discovered that I am somehow unintentionally hilarious. Apparently complete honesty cracks people up. For example:
Trainer: Now, don’t be intimidated. Ninety-five pounds sounds like a lot, but not for the leg press. Think about it. Your legs hold up your own weight and you walk around all day.
Me: No I don’t. That’s why I’m here.
I’ve never seen someone laugh so hard at such a matter-of-fact statement.
Road Rage. By my own good fortune, nearly every morning I wind up with someone behind me who is in a real hurry to get to wherever he’s going. This is a problem for several reasons. First, I know I’m going to be early to work and don’t see the purpose in moving faster because someone else possibly has a punctuality issue. Second, it’s not like I’m driving below the speed limit (in fact, I’m generally above it). And third, it’s much too early in the morning for me to cater to assholes.
Last week someone rode my ass the entire length of a particularly windy road (where SUVs come around the corners smack in the middle of street instead of on their own side). When we finally hit a stretch of straighter pavement he blew past me, passing illegally.
. . . And promptly got stuck behind a schoolbus that abruptly pulled out in front of him. I had been doing about 35mph. The schoolbus hovered around 20mph. It’s nice to know that once in awhile karma’s got your back.
Indy. Pressed by a friend, the Captain and I were putting together an Indiana Jones party. The boys planned to watch the original three movies to gear up for the newest installment. Unfortunately said friend will be entertaining his girlfriend’s parents all weekend, so the party plans tanked. That’s not going to keep the Captain and me from the movie theater, however. This afternoon we’re off to see if Indiana Jones is still as good in his social security days. (And to count how many times I hear “It’s not the years, it’s the mileage.”)
Blogging. Oh, wait . . . Scratch that.
How excited am I that it’s the weekend? You can’t even imagine. Now excuse me while I go do a whole lot of nothing.
re: road rage. You either live in my neck of the woods or Los Angeles. Heh. (just teasing, I am forever tormented by bad angry Boston drivers AND I’m from LA)
pamajama, if someone is right on my bumper, I slow down. Always.
stepping over the junk, I don’t think that driver in particular was a Masshole, but I’ve encountered PLENTY of them on the interstate.
I am so seeing the new Indy flick this week! Cannot wait.
I saw Indy and I loved it.
Having a personal trainer helps do wonders for accountability and, believe it or not, form. Form is one of the biggest things people get wrong when exercising on their own. A personal trainer can help make sure your heart rate stays up and oxygen flows through while doing strength training.
Dangit. Now I gotta get back into exercising. thanks a LOT.
I so completely love school bus karma! We live on one of those winding roads with the SUV’s skirting the middle line. I get so completely intimidated when someone is on my bumper that I can’t figure out how fast to drive, slowing down, speeding up, visualizing their car bursting into flames.