Sunday, August 30, 2009

Getting buzzed

There's an airshow in town this weekend. Which means a lot of acrobatics and low-flying jets.

Ordinarily, this would mean I get a free show. But this weekend the cloud cover is so low that even when it sounds like they're scraping the roof, I can't see the planes. It's rather like being in a house that has a really good party going on in the next room.

Have to stop exercising for the next two days. Am making a note of it here so that I will be forced, indeed shamed, to do something once I'm able. It's so easy to fall out of the exercise habit. I know some people get addicted to running. I, for one, could use that sort of addiction.

Update du Tuesday: Hey, it's 6:47 pm. The night is still young. There is still time for me to exercise. Five hours and thirteen minutes. Plennnnnnty o' time. Probably.

Update du Wednesday morning: Don't look at me like that. There were reasons. And I'm off to walk right now. (No, really, I am. Honest.)

Photo credit: phxwebguy

Sunday, August 23, 2009

Baby needs a new pair of shoes

I have seen the light. And the halo effect, as well. Be nice if these shoes were this bright at night, but alas they're not. Still pretty comfy.

Exercise du jour: 30 minutes, couch to 5k week3 day 1. Sad to say, using the inhaler seems to make a difference. Without it, I was slower this time. Even with the comfy new shoes.

Friday, August 21, 2009

Midnight run

11 pm run doesn't have the same ring to it.

Too hot to run during the day. My house had turned into a furnace, even at night. So I went out into the street at 11 at night to run.

The streets were empty for the most part, but still the feeling outside was oddly welcoming. Almost everyone had their front door propped open, in the vain hope of a breeze. So I ran past people watching television, people hunched over the dining room table playing a game, people letting their dogs out into the yard one more time -- people performing their ordinary night-time activities, except for the ones that are usually performed in stuffy bedrooms.

For some reason, the asthma has been worse during the heat. Dust? Allergens? Whatever it was, I broke down and used the inhaler, and ran anyway. Felt rather surreal to finish up at 11:30 at night, like the normal rules of having to get up and go to work the next day didn't apply.

Sadly, I did have to go to work the next day, but it was worth it.


Saturday, August 15, 2009

Been exercising. Not been talking 'bout it.

Got off track.
Back on track soon.

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Sunday, August 09, 2009

Forget Tipperary... it's a long way to anywhere on this road

The north side of Mount Shasta (as seen from MacDoel)

One way to tell you're really bored is if you find yourself taking the long way home.

Everyone told me I was crazy to go to Portland from San Francisco by driving up the eastern side of the Cascades. But I've gotten to the point where it feels like I can drive the I-5 corridor in my sleep. I was so bored with it that I was afraid that my subconscious might find itself called upon to put this theory to the test.

So I took a detour at Weed.
For some reason, the stores in this town sell a lot of tie-dyed stuff

It was a looooooong drive.

I'm sure there were a lot of really beautiful views of the snow-covered volcanoes to the west, but I couldn't see them because it was so smoggy. The whole place looked like a depopulated L.A. (With a lot more trees, of course.)

According to a man I asked in a gas station in Bend, they'd apparently had an incredibly fierce thunder-and-lightning storm a couple nights before. The man said there were fires all over the place and it was smoky all over Central Oregon.

Some of those fires were pretty close to the highway.

Apparently they didn't do any major damage. None that made it onto the (western Oregonian) evening news.

I know this is supposed to be an exercise blog, but I haven't been exercising lately. Or eating right.

For the duration of the road trip, I gave up trying to eat right and exercise. I devoted myself to feasting and family for a whole week. It feels strange to be home again, and it's amazing how hard it is to fit myself back into the Good Merry mold. Sigh.

I've not had access to a scale for the past week either. Since I've gotten back, I've gone back to weighing myself. Looks like I gained 5 pounds (wasn't kidding about the feasting) and then lost 1 since I came back.

Back to reality.