Woke up to more gray and drizzle this morning after less than five hours of sleep. I was still dead tired but when I saw the sun come out, I scarfed down a bowl of Cocoa Pebbles (bad bad bad bad/running low on provisions) and headed out the door. It was 51°F with a strong wind coming in from the South. I had on my tank top and rain coat and my running pants. Luckily, it didn’t rain while I was running (though I’m pretty sure I heard thunder), but I kept the rain coat on just in case.
The run went well, pretty much the same as the last couple of times. The second three minute run just about does me in, so I’ll definitely be sticking with Week 3 for a while. I felt really clunky today. Blame it on the shit I ate for breakfast, or blame it on the wind, I don’t know.
It still feels really good to have made this progression.
Weather looks great for the rest of the week, but this is the Pacific Northwest and rain is always lurking just around the corner.
No update on my fainting goat puppy, except that yesterday I realized it’s only about a 24 hour drive (one way) to where he is. I’m thinking maybe it’d be easier (and more fun) to just rent a car and drive down there myself. The downside being I have terrible night blindness and absolutely no sense of direction. Oh for a friend to make the drive with me. Alas, such is the plight of a hermit.
In hockey news: Triple. Fucking. Overtime. Hoe-lee shit. That game was intense, despite two bullshit penalties against the Red Wings. How can you call goalie interference when you’re in the neutral zone and can’t see what’s going on in the crease?? Somebody needs to kickthe shit out of some sense into the refs during the off season. Did I say refs? I meant the puppet masters controlling the refs. Do you recall what was revealed the day old-time hockey died?
Anyway, hockey is the reason why I got home so late. I was at my sister’s house for the game because I’d borrowed her car and she needed it to pick her boyfriend up from the airport at 10 p.m. The game didn’t last until 2 a.m..... I just got caught up playing Grand Theft Auto IV. But I digress. The game got off to a bad start, but I was hoping we had the Cup when Rafalski scored the tie breaker in the third period. When Hudler smacked Scuderi in the face with his stick and got four minutes in the box, I knew we were fucked. See? That’s what that asshole in the white gloves gets for taking the Cup out before the goddam clock ran out. GOOCHER. Game 6 in Steel City tomorrow. Now that I’ve been forced to watch the Penguins play, I’m starting to see why Indi hates Sidney Crosby so much. Not so much that he’s a diving, whining baby with a sad little Playoff beard, but because everyone’s making so much of a big deal about him that they’re completely glossing over everybody else. I almost want to mute the tv for the entire game just so I don’t have to hear his goddam name every five minutes. WE KNOW SIDNEY CROSBY IS IN THE CUP FINAL. WE KNOW SIDNEY CROSBY IS A GOOD PLAYER. He’s got teammates, you know. And hey! They’re playing a whole other team out there on the ice. Why don’t we talk about them for a second, especially since THEY JUST SCORED A GOAL and you are for some reason showing a play Crosby made right before it?
:: deep, cleansing breathe ::
The Farm Boy came over to mow the lawn yesterday because I’m still terrified of the riding lawn mower. I woke up this morning to find that the guy had weed whacked the Lupins. I don’t know why I’m surprised. Last month, the dumb sonofabitch ripped out my rose bush. Apparently, native Oregonians can’t tell the difference between roses and blackberry brambles.
Anyway. See you Thursday. I may be walking to and from the track, so if you never hear from me again, I’m probably lying dead on some desolate mountain road with an exceedingly pissed off look on my face.
ETA: 7 p.m. Stopped by my landlord's to drop off the rent check just now, and he offered to come up and till the garden. HOLY SHIT I HAVE A GARDEN. I think it's got more square footage than my bedroom. The landlord refused monetary compensation, instead asking that we give him a couple of cucumbers. So I guess we're planting cukes! I need to get some deer fencing first. Really incredibly tall deer fencing. We've got mule deer up here. They stand over three feet at the shoulders, which means that the fencing I have right now is worthless. And then I've got to go out and pick my starters. What should I plant? Artichokes, yes. Some corn, maybe? Back when I had a sense of smell, cornfields were my favorite (as well as horse stables and gas stations). Lots of lettuce, spinach, tomatoes, squash. I have no idea how to garden. This is going to end in heartache. I've had my jade plant for over a year now and it's thriving, so I guess that counts for something. It started out as just two little leaves pinched off of my neighbor's (18 year old) plant. Look at it now!
The run went well, pretty much the same as the last couple of times. The second three minute run just about does me in, so I’ll definitely be sticking with Week 3 for a while. I felt really clunky today. Blame it on the shit I ate for breakfast, or blame it on the wind, I don’t know.
It still feels really good to have made this progression.
Weather looks great for the rest of the week, but this is the Pacific Northwest and rain is always lurking just around the corner.
No update on my fainting goat puppy, except that yesterday I realized it’s only about a 24 hour drive (one way) to where he is. I’m thinking maybe it’d be easier (and more fun) to just rent a car and drive down there myself. The downside being I have terrible night blindness and absolutely no sense of direction. Oh for a friend to make the drive with me. Alas, such is the plight of a hermit.
In hockey news: Triple. Fucking. Overtime. Hoe-lee shit. That game was intense, despite two bullshit penalties against the Red Wings. How can you call goalie interference when you’re in the neutral zone and can’t see what’s going on in the crease?? Somebody needs to kick
Anyway, hockey is the reason why I got home so late. I was at my sister’s house for the game because I’d borrowed her car and she needed it to pick her boyfriend up from the airport at 10 p.m. The game didn’t last until 2 a.m..... I just got caught up playing Grand Theft Auto IV. But I digress. The game got off to a bad start, but I was hoping we had the Cup when Rafalski scored the tie breaker in the third period. When Hudler smacked Scuderi in the face with his stick and got four minutes in the box, I knew we were fucked. See? That’s what that asshole in the white gloves gets for taking the Cup out before the goddam clock ran out. GOOCHER. Game 6 in Steel City tomorrow. Now that I’ve been forced to watch the Penguins play, I’m starting to see why Indi hates Sidney Crosby so much. Not so much that he’s a diving, whining baby with a sad little Playoff beard, but because everyone’s making so much of a big deal about him that they’re completely glossing over everybody else. I almost want to mute the tv for the entire game just so I don’t have to hear his goddam name every five minutes. WE KNOW SIDNEY CROSBY IS IN THE CUP FINAL. WE KNOW SIDNEY CROSBY IS A GOOD PLAYER. He’s got teammates, you know. And hey! They’re playing a whole other team out there on the ice. Why don’t we talk about them for a second, especially since THEY JUST SCORED A GOAL and you are for some reason showing a play Crosby made right before it?
:: deep, cleansing breathe ::
The Farm Boy came over to mow the lawn yesterday because I’m still terrified of the riding lawn mower. I woke up this morning to find that the guy had weed whacked the Lupins. I don’t know why I’m surprised. Last month, the dumb sonofabitch ripped out my rose bush. Apparently, native Oregonians can’t tell the difference between roses and blackberry brambles.
Anyway. See you Thursday. I may be walking to and from the track, so if you never hear from me again, I’m probably lying dead on some desolate mountain road with an exceedingly pissed off look on my face.
ETA: 7 p.m. Stopped by my landlord's to drop off the rent check just now, and he offered to come up and till the garden. HOLY SHIT I HAVE A GARDEN. I think it's got more square footage than my bedroom. The landlord refused monetary compensation, instead asking that we give him a couple of cucumbers. So I guess we're planting cukes! I need to get some deer fencing first. Really incredibly tall deer fencing. We've got mule deer up here. They stand over three feet at the shoulders, which means that the fencing I have right now is worthless. And then I've got to go out and pick my starters. What should I plant? Artichokes, yes. Some corn, maybe? Back when I had a sense of smell, cornfields were my favorite (as well as horse stables and gas stations). Lots of lettuce, spinach, tomatoes, squash. I have no idea how to garden. This is going to end in heartache. I've had my jade plant for over a year now and it's thriving, so I guess that counts for something. It started out as just two little leaves pinched off of my neighbor's (18 year old) plant. Look at it now!
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I expected to find one long "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" here over last night's hockey results.
That was going to be the opening line of today's entry! I was EEEEEEEEEEEEEE-ing for quite some time last night. We were inches away from another round of OT. INCHES!
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