The Tiny Ship Was Tossed
And so Rich and I decided to go kayaking the other day and as we were getting everything ready the clouds drew closer and turned dark and ominous. We checked the weather report and found that there was a slight chance of a thunderstorm, but the word "slight" kept us going. At the beach the dark clouds only loomed bigger and gathered closer but we shrugged and decided that if there was a gale we'd just stop at one of the neighboring islands.
On the kayak we go, pushing off, and towards distant ports. We, of course at that time, have not gotten the technique down so we don't paddle in a circle and I, being in the front this time, felt as if the kayak would completely capsize and kept yelling at Rich to steer us a little more smoothly. But all thoughts of steering went out of our minds when we happened to glance back and see that the sky had turned black and we were speckled with little rain drops. "To Boston!" we cried. For in the distance Boston's horizon held only clear, sunny skies. We rowed and rowed... the wind getting mightier at every moment.
I had had enough of sitting in the front, feeling helpless and confined and I told him that we had to stop at land and switch places. Well we came upon a huge stretch of land and decided to dock and trade places there quickly. At the rocky shore we made a quick scramble and once again I was in the safety of the back, all the while a mild storm raged on around us. The rocky beach, which was, when we stopped, fairly calm had now turned treacherous. The waves threatened to dash us upon the rocks and boulders, keeping us from heading to open water but we struggled and managed to slip from its grasp. We decided to head back to our beach, in the middle of hearty winds, in the open sea.
For some reason when the matter of life and death had us, we paddled our oars as if we were professionals. We kept a forward course, never having to worry about steering. The waves and wind buffeted us straight on and I, high on adrenaline and excitement laughed merrily along as we rowed for our lives. Many times the waves crashed against our boat sending us flying in the air. We steeled ourselves for every onslaught but we never wavered. Onward! onward! toward safe harbor, was what we shouted to one another. Be brave comrade, victory will soon be ours. We strained every fiber of our beings, every muscle ached but we gave it no reprieve. The waves broke over the front of our worthy vessel, dousing us in a salty spray. We were in deep water and it seemed our destination would never get nearer. Yet our courage never failed. I sang to keep morale up. What did I sing? Well "row row row your boat" of course.
And suddenly, as if we were only caught up in our own imaginations, the sea was calm and the sun high above us. And there ahead of us was our welcoming shore. It really was strange. Driving away and recalling our trying experience we looked back only to see a sea calm and undisturbed as if a breeze had never touched its surface. Amazed and dazed we looked to ourselves and asked, "was it but a dream?"...
And that was what happened on that fateful trip.
Now I must work away on my sermon. Have a wonderful sunday everyone and a happy rest of the week.
Me.
Saturday, July 17, 2004
Friday, July 16, 2004
The Fast and the Furious
Well, so now I have to tell all of you how my fast experience was. Okay, let's see... Commentor wrote: "if it was a distraction; such as, could you go about your daily routine or did not eating distract you; maybe you could concentrate better? maybe not?"
It was not a distraction at all except the first day where you had to get used to it. Once I had it in my mind that I was going to fast any distracting thoughts disappeared, especially if I was busy. Once it was night and I was going to sleep was there any real physical discomfort that I noticed, i.e. my stomach was grumbling and waiting for food. I think it might have been the same for the 9th day (no eating day) because I knew that it was the last ever day and so thoughts of food crept up on me, but other than that I really didn't get distracted. I actually find that food is distraction now because I have to tear off my mind from what I was doing to take the alotted breaks. However, on the fast, I could just go right through it and not worry about the thought of food. As for concentration, my only problem is that the alternating days are so alternating that I have a different schedule to keep up on the days. On days of fast my concentration upon my tasks were the best because I could just plow right through, no breaks required.
Second question: "any effects you noticed or didn't notice both mentally and physically.
-if you shat more or less that usual"
Hmm, what did I notice or not notice? Well let's see... I think only that I thought of food a lot more on the days I did fast (but that was at night), and I think I ate less during the eating days. Oh yes! I did eat more at breakfast but the rest of the day I kept my portions small, (except for the ice cream). heh. As for my bowel movements... I'm pretty regular, going on fast days and non. Although, you'd think I'd go more on my fast days... However, I noticed I did defecate more on eating days, but that was earlier on, and I think that was the fact that I gorged myself on cherries at breakfast... oh! I did have to urinate more on fast days, because all I did was drink water to stave off any hunger so I went to the bathroom, sometimes as often as 5 times an hour.
""What did this do to you? Tell me. And remember, this is for posterity, so be honest. How do you feel?" "
Overall I enjoyed the experience and hope to do it every month. I felt no considerable strain or discomfort. It didn't make me feel weak at all. No "sound of ultimate suffering" (princess bride quote) emanating from my mouth... maybe my stomach, but that I kept to a bare minimum.
However, I was a bit furious. I think it's a combination of pms, people coming and staying longer than a week, Rich and his oh so superior self "i'm a christian and I should be able to tell you when you're not acting in a christian-like manner" and then "mmm mwa mwa, I love kelley" and "tsk, tsk, tsk oh Michelle! tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk", is that christian-like behavior? and his dumb mom, always has something to say or complain about or ready to hear something out of nothing, "why are you always insulting me? Why don't you do something instead of target practice? Are you making fun of me?" The funny one was, "hmph, it smells like eggs" no shit sherlock! when you pass by the kitchen and see egg shells on the counter, what the fuck do you think that is? It sure aint rose petals. God, no wonder no one could live with her ever. She blames everyone else! "oh Brian and Sharon, ugh, I couldn't stand them when they lived with us," "oh Chris and Debbie as kids were terrible, I couldn't stand them. I couldn't wait til they were gone" "oh i had to ship her down to Fl. because she was just getting to be too much." "oh I know I can't live with Kelley, we just wouldn't get along." Goddamn if you can't live with your own kids then that's your problem. And she smokes too much. I go to the bathroom and the whole room is soaked in it. I walk to the kitchen and I can't even eat because of it. I can't even go through the garage because that's her favortie place to sit and smoke and talk on the phone. I can't even sleep at night without waking up to it. And she lies!! "No I wasn't in the garage, just now smoking and talking on the phone." Well that's funny because we didn't see you come out of the garage and the door just opened and we smell smoke. Then she denies it, "oh you can't smell it up here!" It feels as if I am at the breaking point. Oh how melodramatic. haha. I swear sometimes I wanna pick up her dog and hurl it at her. You and your little dog too. And Rich! Ugh god. At least he took me out yesterday. That's just dandy. Good thing I'm going kayaking today. I need it. Knowing his mother she'd probably fill our minds up on how we're gonna be stuck in the mud because of the tides. God. And I have a nice quiet little cat who adores me and comes over just when she knows I'm going to really blow and rubs up on my legs. She's so sweet. Or maybe she's just hungry... she needs a fast. Getting chubby.
heh. Okay. It's a beautiful friday. I think we're exchanging our run for a three hour row session today. I don't mind. Usually people say TGIF, but no, I actually say TGIM. But everyday is a good day, no matter what they say. Sorry to bring it down like that. "How many times did I tell you that we shouldn't go into an uptempo song right after a goddamn death dedication. Ponderous! F-ing ponderous" (that's Casey Cassum and his temper). yeah yeah. It's beautiful outside! Despite what I say I really do love life, and potato salad, and yes I love you too.
Me!
P.S.
I made the fridge stink of eggs after making my "feel better Michelle potato salad". haha.
Well, so now I have to tell all of you how my fast experience was. Okay, let's see... Commentor wrote: "if it was a distraction; such as, could you go about your daily routine or did not eating distract you; maybe you could concentrate better? maybe not?"
It was not a distraction at all except the first day where you had to get used to it. Once I had it in my mind that I was going to fast any distracting thoughts disappeared, especially if I was busy. Once it was night and I was going to sleep was there any real physical discomfort that I noticed, i.e. my stomach was grumbling and waiting for food. I think it might have been the same for the 9th day (no eating day) because I knew that it was the last ever day and so thoughts of food crept up on me, but other than that I really didn't get distracted. I actually find that food is distraction now because I have to tear off my mind from what I was doing to take the alotted breaks. However, on the fast, I could just go right through it and not worry about the thought of food. As for concentration, my only problem is that the alternating days are so alternating that I have a different schedule to keep up on the days. On days of fast my concentration upon my tasks were the best because I could just plow right through, no breaks required.
Second question: "any effects you noticed or didn't notice both mentally and physically.
-if you shat more or less that usual"
Hmm, what did I notice or not notice? Well let's see... I think only that I thought of food a lot more on the days I did fast (but that was at night), and I think I ate less during the eating days. Oh yes! I did eat more at breakfast but the rest of the day I kept my portions small, (except for the ice cream). heh. As for my bowel movements... I'm pretty regular, going on fast days and non. Although, you'd think I'd go more on my fast days... However, I noticed I did defecate more on eating days, but that was earlier on, and I think that was the fact that I gorged myself on cherries at breakfast... oh! I did have to urinate more on fast days, because all I did was drink water to stave off any hunger so I went to the bathroom, sometimes as often as 5 times an hour.
""What did this do to you? Tell me. And remember, this is for posterity, so be honest. How do you feel?" "
Overall I enjoyed the experience and hope to do it every month. I felt no considerable strain or discomfort. It didn't make me feel weak at all. No "sound of ultimate suffering" (princess bride quote) emanating from my mouth... maybe my stomach, but that I kept to a bare minimum.
However, I was a bit furious. I think it's a combination of pms, people coming and staying longer than a week, Rich and his oh so superior self "i'm a christian and I should be able to tell you when you're not acting in a christian-like manner" and then "mmm mwa mwa, I love kelley" and "tsk, tsk, tsk oh Michelle! tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk", is that christian-like behavior? and his dumb mom, always has something to say or complain about or ready to hear something out of nothing, "why are you always insulting me? Why don't you do something instead of target practice? Are you making fun of me?" The funny one was, "hmph, it smells like eggs" no shit sherlock! when you pass by the kitchen and see egg shells on the counter, what the fuck do you think that is? It sure aint rose petals. God, no wonder no one could live with her ever. She blames everyone else! "oh Brian and Sharon, ugh, I couldn't stand them when they lived with us," "oh Chris and Debbie as kids were terrible, I couldn't stand them. I couldn't wait til they were gone" "oh i had to ship her down to Fl. because she was just getting to be too much." "oh I know I can't live with Kelley, we just wouldn't get along." Goddamn if you can't live with your own kids then that's your problem. And she smokes too much. I go to the bathroom and the whole room is soaked in it. I walk to the kitchen and I can't even eat because of it. I can't even go through the garage because that's her favortie place to sit and smoke and talk on the phone. I can't even sleep at night without waking up to it. And she lies!! "No I wasn't in the garage, just now smoking and talking on the phone." Well that's funny because we didn't see you come out of the garage and the door just opened and we smell smoke. Then she denies it, "oh you can't smell it up here!" It feels as if I am at the breaking point. Oh how melodramatic. haha. I swear sometimes I wanna pick up her dog and hurl it at her. You and your little dog too. And Rich! Ugh god. At least he took me out yesterday. That's just dandy. Good thing I'm going kayaking today. I need it. Knowing his mother she'd probably fill our minds up on how we're gonna be stuck in the mud because of the tides. God. And I have a nice quiet little cat who adores me and comes over just when she knows I'm going to really blow and rubs up on my legs. She's so sweet. Or maybe she's just hungry... she needs a fast. Getting chubby.
heh. Okay. It's a beautiful friday. I think we're exchanging our run for a three hour row session today. I don't mind. Usually people say TGIF, but no, I actually say TGIM. But everyday is a good day, no matter what they say. Sorry to bring it down like that. "How many times did I tell you that we shouldn't go into an uptempo song right after a goddamn death dedication. Ponderous! F-ing ponderous" (that's Casey Cassum and his temper). yeah yeah. It's beautiful outside! Despite what I say I really do love life, and potato salad, and yes I love you too.
Me!
P.S.
I made the fridge stink of eggs after making my "feel better Michelle potato salad". haha.
Thursday, July 15, 2004
Trading What?
I can't wait for Fox's new reality tv show, (airing some time next week) "Trading Spouses". It's unbelievable to me. Can you imagine some other woman coming to your house and running it and you expected to go to someone elses house and running it? I wonder if there will be any sexual tension? What if "new mommy" can't cook well? What if she's mean to children? It seems that a white woman will be moving into a black family's house and vice versa (please insert appropriate titles, i.e. caucasian, african-american). And in two other families husbands will be switched up as well. Hmm. I hope it's good...
In other news... I guess it's time for a new poll and tomorrow is the end of our ten day fast. I am supposed to blog about how the experience was for me tomorrow and I'm trying to remember... heh. I haven't bought any new music and haven't been listening to anything new so the "Shrek 2" soundtrack will be up for a little while longer. I will, however, change the book I'm reading. I've finished "We Were The Mulvaneys" and was mightily impressed by it since my previous experience with Joyce Carol Oates have not been to my liking. I looked at how big the book was and groaned because I was inclined to believe that I would not be able to complete it, however, just the opposite occurred and I read it voraciously. Well surprises abound. Although I would have been disappointed not to finish it, I only did spend fifty cents on it, so the matter was not great. Okee, I gotta run.
Have a great day everyone!!
Me
P.S. New poll! I stole it from slashdot... heehee. But it's appropriate.
I can't wait for Fox's new reality tv show, (airing some time next week) "Trading Spouses". It's unbelievable to me. Can you imagine some other woman coming to your house and running it and you expected to go to someone elses house and running it? I wonder if there will be any sexual tension? What if "new mommy" can't cook well? What if she's mean to children? It seems that a white woman will be moving into a black family's house and vice versa (please insert appropriate titles, i.e. caucasian, african-american). And in two other families husbands will be switched up as well. Hmm. I hope it's good...
In other news... I guess it's time for a new poll and tomorrow is the end of our ten day fast. I am supposed to blog about how the experience was for me tomorrow and I'm trying to remember... heh. I haven't bought any new music and haven't been listening to anything new so the "Shrek 2" soundtrack will be up for a little while longer. I will, however, change the book I'm reading. I've finished "We Were The Mulvaneys" and was mightily impressed by it since my previous experience with Joyce Carol Oates have not been to my liking. I looked at how big the book was and groaned because I was inclined to believe that I would not be able to complete it, however, just the opposite occurred and I read it voraciously. Well surprises abound. Although I would have been disappointed not to finish it, I only did spend fifty cents on it, so the matter was not great. Okee, I gotta run.
Have a great day everyone!!
Me
P.S. New poll! I stole it from slashdot... heehee. But it's appropriate.
Wednesday, July 14, 2004
Wet and Wild, Home Cooking
Hello all! It's been terribly rainy and wet the last few days and seems to be looking that way this weekend too. So prospects of going kayaking are slim. But maybe it will clear up enough to kayak for 2 hours? I hope.
In other news... a few days ago I looked over to see that my cellphone was blinking it's head off, which means I have a message, and to my surprise it was my cousin Mae, telling me that she and Isa were only two towns away from me and if I could join them for lunch! Well I called them back, said that would be fine with me and went in search of them. After a little confusion on both sides as to where they were I found them and we had lunch at a little Vietnamese restaurant. My order was good, just rice sauteed with shrimps, chicken, chinese sausages and peas (as in pods). We talked and laughed and I invited them down again for home cooking. The reason why they were there is that they were looking for a certain Filipino restaurant close by. Having had an apartment in the neighborhood, I had been to that restaurant and eaten there, but I knew it was no longer, but they found that out themselves. So I told them, if they wanted Filipino food they should just stop by and see me next time. After lunch we picked up some ube ice cream for them and headed over to where I live now. They chatted a bit with Linda and Rich and then said their farewells because they had a movie to catch. I had a wonderful time and hope to see them more often.
Okay gotta go. I hope you have a wonderful day!
Me.
Hello all! It's been terribly rainy and wet the last few days and seems to be looking that way this weekend too. So prospects of going kayaking are slim. But maybe it will clear up enough to kayak for 2 hours? I hope.
In other news... a few days ago I looked over to see that my cellphone was blinking it's head off, which means I have a message, and to my surprise it was my cousin Mae, telling me that she and Isa were only two towns away from me and if I could join them for lunch! Well I called them back, said that would be fine with me and went in search of them. After a little confusion on both sides as to where they were I found them and we had lunch at a little Vietnamese restaurant. My order was good, just rice sauteed with shrimps, chicken, chinese sausages and peas (as in pods). We talked and laughed and I invited them down again for home cooking. The reason why they were there is that they were looking for a certain Filipino restaurant close by. Having had an apartment in the neighborhood, I had been to that restaurant and eaten there, but I knew it was no longer, but they found that out themselves. So I told them, if they wanted Filipino food they should just stop by and see me next time. After lunch we picked up some ube ice cream for them and headed over to where I live now. They chatted a bit with Linda and Rich and then said their farewells because they had a movie to catch. I had a wonderful time and hope to see them more often.
Okay gotta go. I hope you have a wonderful day!
Me.
Sunday, July 11, 2004
Fore and Aft
(warning: extremely long post)
Rich's had this fascination for owning a boat and boating around the east coast of the U.S. He'll often say to me, "hey, imagine we could just hop on a boat and go to New York instead of driving?" But of course we could not afford a real boat (with motor and sails and bathroom), but then we'd say, "hey what good exercise it would be to be part of a rowing team, stroking it down the Charles river," that then led to "hey we should get a row boat and row around". And so he got his rowing machine and rows on it everyday... but of course it's infectious... the call of the sea air, the beautiful water, the little islands all around us. I've been asking him if he wanted to take a tour of the neighboring islands (there's a real tour, with free water taxis from each island), but his comment was, "why can't we take our own boat?" my reply was, "what boat?" Then he'd shrug his shoulders. Until yesterday...
On Friday, after the run, I said, "hey look, that shop right there probably lets us rent a row boat cheap!" but then he replied, "i'd rather have it be ours and not have to worry about a rented one." So I said "what the heck, let's get a cheap boat and go boat around" and after a bunch of research Rich narrowed it down to inflatable kayaks, either single or double passengers, for a very good price. On Saturday we decided to go to three different stores to see which one had the items we needed, which were: oars, the kayak and life vests. We went to the Sport's Authority first and found everything we needed there, but we had to be sure so we went to one other store: Walmart. Ew! I had to pee bad and let me tell you never use a Walmart bathroom ever! And to top it off, we couldn't find anything we wanted. So back to the S.A. where we got all our gear and walked excitedly out of the store, with dreams of kayaking and a day full of merriment.
So as soon as we got home we made sure our life vests were to our specifications. Rich got out his air pump and I read the instructions. His mother hemmed and hawed, of course, because she's a big worrier, exclaiming things like, "oh what if you drown?" to which we replied, "that's why we have life vests on m'dear" and "why are you making me worry?" or "this is yet another thing I have to worry about!" and "Kelley fell off her kayak once when she went kayaking," "what if you fall off?". I think she looked for ways for not letting us go, (it may be unconscious), in a state of great agitation she called Rich to read to see if we needed permits to go boating about, and reiterated the questions she said above to us. But we inflated it, giving her no mind, and strapped it onto the top of the jeep, placing our valuables (cellphones) into a double zip lock bag, making sure the bigger one had air inside so that it would float if we were to topple over. Then we were off to the little harbor, boat docking area (which is 2 minutes away).
At the parking lot we grabbed our oars, seats and kayak and stepped into the water, where my flip flops were immediately suctioned to the bottom of the mucky muck. I finally had to reach down into surprisingly warm water and wrench them out, making my way to the deep barefooted. Rich climbed into the boat and I followed and off we went for a two hour tour, a two hour tour, of the little harbor. Oh it was glorious!! Beautiful sun, and water, and geese dropping sea air. Lovely. I was in the back so I controlled the direction of the boat as well as doing my job paddling, and a few times we had a scare of falling over the edge, and we got ourselves soaked from the water dripping from our oars, and we sat in a few inches of water, but that didn't even bother us, and we continued around a few islands, watching out for boats and their wake. Lovely lovely. By the end of it, I could feel how sore my arms were and we headed back. At the beach Rich called his mom to pick us up, but she was already there. We planned to go again sometime next week.
At home I threw on my bathing suit and jumped into the very, very cold pool, just to try out our life vests and to see if it would keep us afloat, it did, and I ran out after a few attempts at swimming with a cumbersome thing tied on me. We looked at the map and decided our course for the next few outings.
After a shower we had an uneventful rest of the night...except when I awoke at 12:30 with horrible shooting pains down my wrists and forearms. My biceps were sore too but not in this kind of pain. I asked Rich to get me a pain killer and after taking it I tried to go back to sleep. I'm afraid I was horribly mean to him. It doesn't do to have me off kilter, but he was sweet about. I dunno if the pain killer worked because I was in discomfort for most of the night, but it musta knocked me out because I woke up at 8, this morning, still feeling sore but the pain was gone. That happened last time too when we first went biking (on my legs). And so ended our first trip out on our very own water vehicle!
Okay, I hope you guys won lots of money at A.C.!!
Gotta hustle on my sermon!
Peace be with you and have a great day!
Me.
(warning: extremely long post)
Rich's had this fascination for owning a boat and boating around the east coast of the U.S. He'll often say to me, "hey, imagine we could just hop on a boat and go to New York instead of driving?" But of course we could not afford a real boat (with motor and sails and bathroom), but then we'd say, "hey what good exercise it would be to be part of a rowing team, stroking it down the Charles river," that then led to "hey we should get a row boat and row around". And so he got his rowing machine and rows on it everyday... but of course it's infectious... the call of the sea air, the beautiful water, the little islands all around us. I've been asking him if he wanted to take a tour of the neighboring islands (there's a real tour, with free water taxis from each island), but his comment was, "why can't we take our own boat?" my reply was, "what boat?" Then he'd shrug his shoulders. Until yesterday...
On Friday, after the run, I said, "hey look, that shop right there probably lets us rent a row boat cheap!" but then he replied, "i'd rather have it be ours and not have to worry about a rented one." So I said "what the heck, let's get a cheap boat and go boat around" and after a bunch of research Rich narrowed it down to inflatable kayaks, either single or double passengers, for a very good price. On Saturday we decided to go to three different stores to see which one had the items we needed, which were: oars, the kayak and life vests. We went to the Sport's Authority first and found everything we needed there, but we had to be sure so we went to one other store: Walmart. Ew! I had to pee bad and let me tell you never use a Walmart bathroom ever! And to top it off, we couldn't find anything we wanted. So back to the S.A. where we got all our gear and walked excitedly out of the store, with dreams of kayaking and a day full of merriment.
So as soon as we got home we made sure our life vests were to our specifications. Rich got out his air pump and I read the instructions. His mother hemmed and hawed, of course, because she's a big worrier, exclaiming things like, "oh what if you drown?" to which we replied, "that's why we have life vests on m'dear" and "why are you making me worry?" or "this is yet another thing I have to worry about!" and "Kelley fell off her kayak once when she went kayaking," "what if you fall off?". I think she looked for ways for not letting us go, (it may be unconscious), in a state of great agitation she called Rich to read to see if we needed permits to go boating about, and reiterated the questions she said above to us. But we inflated it, giving her no mind, and strapped it onto the top of the jeep, placing our valuables (cellphones) into a double zip lock bag, making sure the bigger one had air inside so that it would float if we were to topple over. Then we were off to the little harbor, boat docking area (which is 2 minutes away).
At the parking lot we grabbed our oars, seats and kayak and stepped into the water, where my flip flops were immediately suctioned to the bottom of the mucky muck. I finally had to reach down into surprisingly warm water and wrench them out, making my way to the deep barefooted. Rich climbed into the boat and I followed and off we went for a two hour tour, a two hour tour, of the little harbor. Oh it was glorious!! Beautiful sun, and water, and geese dropping sea air. Lovely. I was in the back so I controlled the direction of the boat as well as doing my job paddling, and a few times we had a scare of falling over the edge, and we got ourselves soaked from the water dripping from our oars, and we sat in a few inches of water, but that didn't even bother us, and we continued around a few islands, watching out for boats and their wake. Lovely lovely. By the end of it, I could feel how sore my arms were and we headed back. At the beach Rich called his mom to pick us up, but she was already there. We planned to go again sometime next week.
At home I threw on my bathing suit and jumped into the very, very cold pool, just to try out our life vests and to see if it would keep us afloat, it did, and I ran out after a few attempts at swimming with a cumbersome thing tied on me. We looked at the map and decided our course for the next few outings.
After a shower we had an uneventful rest of the night...except when I awoke at 12:30 with horrible shooting pains down my wrists and forearms. My biceps were sore too but not in this kind of pain. I asked Rich to get me a pain killer and after taking it I tried to go back to sleep. I'm afraid I was horribly mean to him. It doesn't do to have me off kilter, but he was sweet about. I dunno if the pain killer worked because I was in discomfort for most of the night, but it musta knocked me out because I woke up at 8, this morning, still feeling sore but the pain was gone. That happened last time too when we first went biking (on my legs). And so ended our first trip out on our very own water vehicle!
Okay, I hope you guys won lots of money at A.C.!!
Gotta hustle on my sermon!
Peace be with you and have a great day!
Me.
Saturday, July 10, 2004
Running Mate
Yesterday Rich tried a different technique with his running. He decided to take it easier in the beginning and push harder at the end. This meant that he and I ran together for a lot of the track, which I didn't mind as much, because it gets lonely watching him speed along leagues and leagues ahead of me, only catching glimpses of him every now and then when he turns the corner. I'm not sure how it worked for him, (you'll have to ask) but having him run beside me helped me keep a faster rate and therefore I think I actually improved, although at one point my lungs did seem to sizzle and I had a cough the rest of the day... My 15 second progress may be a combination of not exercising, not eating and having Rich run beside me. heh. I'm chipping away at that clock! I'll run that course in 5 minutes by the end of the summer! Which summer? Now that's the question. hah
I'm glad John Kerry picked John Edwards as his running mate. It'll be John John I'm voting for... except I wont be voting because I have not registered to vote. It's part of my paranoid ideas that the gov't is keeping track of me through voter's registration. Good thing John Edwards is southern, maybe we can steal the southern vote from Bush... althouugh why Bush is considered southern I have no clue! He was born in New Haven, Connecticut to a father who was born and raised in Massachusetts and a mother who was born and raised in Rye, New York. That's right, Rye, location of Rye, Playland... heh. Just because he has a southern accent doesn't make him southern. Just because he grew up in Texas doesn't make him a Texan (haven't you ever seen that "King of the Hill" episode?). As a wise man once said "If you do settle in the South and bear children, don't think we will accept them as Southerners. After all, if the cat had kittens in the oven, we wouldn't call 'em biscuits."
So happy trails to 'yawl' and have a wonderfully wonderful day! Enjoy the bbq you guys are having! Don't get hurt. I will be enjoying a day of not eating!
Me.
Yesterday Rich tried a different technique with his running. He decided to take it easier in the beginning and push harder at the end. This meant that he and I ran together for a lot of the track, which I didn't mind as much, because it gets lonely watching him speed along leagues and leagues ahead of me, only catching glimpses of him every now and then when he turns the corner. I'm not sure how it worked for him, (you'll have to ask) but having him run beside me helped me keep a faster rate and therefore I think I actually improved, although at one point my lungs did seem to sizzle and I had a cough the rest of the day... My 15 second progress may be a combination of not exercising, not eating and having Rich run beside me. heh. I'm chipping away at that clock! I'll run that course in 5 minutes by the end of the summer! Which summer? Now that's the question. hah
I'm glad John Kerry picked John Edwards as his running mate. It'll be John John I'm voting for... except I wont be voting because I have not registered to vote. It's part of my paranoid ideas that the gov't is keeping track of me through voter's registration. Good thing John Edwards is southern, maybe we can steal the southern vote from Bush... althouugh why Bush is considered southern I have no clue! He was born in New Haven, Connecticut to a father who was born and raised in Massachusetts and a mother who was born and raised in Rye, New York. That's right, Rye, location of Rye, Playland... heh. Just because he has a southern accent doesn't make him southern. Just because he grew up in Texas doesn't make him a Texan (haven't you ever seen that "King of the Hill" episode?). As a wise man once said "If you do settle in the South and bear children, don't think we will accept them as Southerners. After all, if the cat had kittens in the oven, we wouldn't call 'em biscuits."
So happy trails to 'yawl' and have a wonderfully wonderful day! Enjoy the bbq you guys are having! Don't get hurt. I will be enjoying a day of not eating!
Me.
