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Feb. 9th, 2011 07:12 amOn the way home I stopped by Gold's Ballston to run on the treadmills. Thanks to the disgusting show "The Doctors" I was very distracted from the pain of running, and was doing so well at the end of my run I upped to 7 minute miles.
7? Don't you usually run 6?
Yes, but I was feeling good so I ran up to 7 instead.
But 7 min miles are slower than 6 min miles?
No, I was running 6.0 mph and doing well, so I upped the speed to 7.0 mph. That means I was running 7 minute miles...
I was lucky to have a good parking spot as when I work out in Gold's, I show up in work gear, change (doing a balancing act to avoid my clean socks/feet touching the floor even though I know this is more religion than science), do my lil workout dance, and then leave the gym in my workout clothes no matter how wet. If I'm soaked, I put a beach towel down over my seat to keep from funking it up (as much). In the winter, it's downright painful to walk outside in shorts and a t-shirt covered in sweat facing the cold wind practically naked.
I got home and the county workers were crawling all over the water main break in the park. I had no running water. First I napped and waited, but when an hour later there was still no hint of water, I compiled all the water I could into a dish and mixed in a splash of rubbing alcohol. I took a wash cloth, and used it in the room temperature water (which here is 70F, as low as I can take it and even at 70 I'm always wearing pants and sweatshirts/sweaters when I prefer to wander around in skin). I made my skin wet (brr), lathered up soap and one limb or section at a time got soapy (brr), then for the most painful finale used the soaked washcloth to rinse and rub off the soap (BRR). It hurt so much I made noise. I lotioned because my skin was so dry from soap and being rubbed cleanish - then used one of my more perfumey lotions as a final guard against the fact I wasn't really clean. I dried the pain away, and put goo in my hair to try and make it not look like the hot hairy bird nest it really was.
This is just one reason I hate camping.
Evil cat was friggin awesome - the movie was what I expected, but nobody really could top the constant dialog entertainment. This was one of the better translations I've ever seen far surpassing AYBABTU. Also, the Passenger had more weirdos in it - it's a rather nice and comfortable looking bar with an impressive top shelf, conscientious bartenders, and some great hide and speak sections - with reasonable prices.
When I got home I took a long, hot shower. I almost took another.
7? Don't you usually run 6?
Yes, but I was feeling good so I ran up to 7 instead.
But 7 min miles are slower than 6 min miles?
No, I was running 6.0 mph and doing well, so I upped the speed to 7.0 mph. That means I was running 7 minute miles...
I was lucky to have a good parking spot as when I work out in Gold's, I show up in work gear, change (doing a balancing act to avoid my clean socks/feet touching the floor even though I know this is more religion than science), do my lil workout dance, and then leave the gym in my workout clothes no matter how wet. If I'm soaked, I put a beach towel down over my seat to keep from funking it up (as much). In the winter, it's downright painful to walk outside in shorts and a t-shirt covered in sweat facing the cold wind practically naked.
I got home and the county workers were crawling all over the water main break in the park. I had no running water. First I napped and waited, but when an hour later there was still no hint of water, I compiled all the water I could into a dish and mixed in a splash of rubbing alcohol. I took a wash cloth, and used it in the room temperature water (which here is 70F, as low as I can take it and even at 70 I'm always wearing pants and sweatshirts/sweaters when I prefer to wander around in skin). I made my skin wet (brr), lathered up soap and one limb or section at a time got soapy (brr), then for the most painful finale used the soaked washcloth to rinse and rub off the soap (BRR). It hurt so much I made noise. I lotioned because my skin was so dry from soap and being rubbed cleanish - then used one of my more perfumey lotions as a final guard against the fact I wasn't really clean. I dried the pain away, and put goo in my hair to try and make it not look like the hot hairy bird nest it really was.
This is just one reason I hate camping.
Evil cat was friggin awesome - the movie was what I expected, but nobody really could top the constant dialog entertainment. This was one of the better translations I've ever seen far surpassing AYBABTU. Also, the Passenger had more weirdos in it - it's a rather nice and comfortable looking bar with an impressive top shelf, conscientious bartenders, and some great hide and speak sections - with reasonable prices.
When I got home I took a long, hot shower. I almost took another.
