i got up before 7am this morning. absurd, you say!
this whole balancing running 4 days a week and going to the gym 4 days a week is kind of awkward. i don’t follow one after the other, which perhaps i should. but it doesn’t usually work that way. commitments and all. like the keep austin weird 5k - it’s at 5 pm on Saturday. that’s right, 5pm, in the heat of the dread austin sun. so i thought this week i’d run at 5pm, get acclimatized or something. but i didn’t want to go to the gym at 4pm, so i thought i’d go as early as possible so as not to be too tired for the run.
so i got up at 6:30am to catch the first IF shuttle. an impressive feet for someone of my nocturnal nature.
it was all a bit of a blur, and a bit distracted by the onset of an allergic reaction i’m having to something. it’s manifestation is in the form of a rash (the dreaded ‘r’ word) and it’s causing me hell from my wrists to my shoulders. so my uninsured ass headed over to a general practitioner’s office to get reamed just for a prescription for some mega-roids. it turned out to be fairly painless and pleasantly cheap. they warned me that the drugs could cause me to feel “wired”. i guess this is it - physical fatigue paired with an inability to keep my eyes closed.
ass!
and yet not, given my nocturnal nature and all. it’s nice and dark and quiet (oh, except for my ridiculously loud a/c that rattles everything in the house).
i took the hundreds of dollars i thought i’d spend on doctor’s bills, and bought a suitcase. one week! i can’t wait to get a job and a place and a new bike! i really want a street bike - i loved the Trek but it was so heavy! and now, no one wants to buy it because no short people are looking for burnt orange mountain bikes at the moment. let’s hear it for ebay, let’s hear it for pain. let’s hear it for poison tears that wash your dreams down the drain.
let’s hear it for love!
there’s going to be a garage sale cum bake-off this weekend at my place. hurrah! brownies and good deals!!!
played my last game of Fireball Island tonight over at Marcella’s and Ginger’s new digs.
oddly enough, neither Marcella nor Ginger were in attendance.
oh, about that 5pm run this evening - i bombed it. 23 minutes and i was out like one of my sweat droplets sizzling on the pavement. this saturday, it’s going to be all about ice cold bottled water, team spirit, and a prayer for cloud cover.
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