I hurt from head to toe. That's how good my weekend was.
It starts with Friday. When I got home from work on Friday afternoon I was feeling very exuberant and energetic. While roaming the house looking for something tiring to do, I remembered that I used to do exercises: situps, pushups, that kind of thing. It sounded fantastic. I plunked myself down on the study floor and did some situps. We won't mention how many, or more accurately, how not many.
We move on now to Saturday. Saturday I rolled out of bed and found myself roaming the house alone again, since Jacob was in lab. I embarrassed myself utterly in that way that can only be done by an out-of-shape person on Day Two of doing situps, and then felt the need to make up for it by doing (or trying to do) pushups as well. Then, having not yet learned my lesson, I went and pushed the rather rusty push-mower around the overgrown jungle of the backyard.
You'll roll your eyes when I tell you that on Sunday I still hadn't learned my lesson. I persisted in the insanity known as exercises and then went and accepted Jacob's offer of a bike ride along the edge of the bay. I'm in no better biking shape than I am in situp shape, and I'm still re-learning which gears do what, with the result that most of the leisurely waterfront ride was spent weaving all over the bike path fussing with my gear levers and then trying to catch up to Jacob by pedalling frantically and inefficiently in second gear. I'm here to tell you that that's a very tiring way to ride a bike.
To rub lemon juice in the papercut of this exhausting weekend, I went to bed too late and had to get up extra early this morning because of a deal that I made with the boss. I'm working 40-hour weeks instead of 30 until I leave to go back to school. It'll help me save up for the Please No More Fucking Loans fund, but it won't help at all with the Please Let Me Sleep In fund. That fund is emptied and closed out, and that hurts.Posted by dianna at August 8, 2005 10:05 AM