Eight days in the bag, and those last three minutes still aren’t getting any easier. No big deal, though. Today, the second 90 second run was a little tough, so I was really dreading the next three minutes. I did it despite the incredible urge to just walk off the track and go home.
It was 48°F, overcast, drizzling. I had another bowl of those goddam Cocoa Crispies for breakfast. I’ve been stressed out and eating like shit this week. Plus I’ve got my period. So I’m not in the best shape right now. I’ve been slacking off on my aerobics, and I think that’s a big part of why I struggle on the runs. I need to keep strengthening my heart and lungs.
That’s all I have to say about that.
Did everybody hear what Tiger Woods had to say about hockey?
What’s more exciting to you? Watching “athletes” in bad sweaters ride carts around on the grass and knock little white balls into a hole in the ground, or watching scarred and bloody and badly injured men sprint around an ice rink for 60 (sometimes 120) minutes?
Gad, I fucking hate golf. Except for miniature golf. I loooooove me some mini golf. When I was a kid, we went to a place called Haunted Trails over on Harlem. Best mini golf ever. It wasn’t that big of a course, at least not in the 70’s and 80’s, but it was a lot of fun. It used to (might still) be that when you paid for mini golf, you could pick which color ball you wanted. I always picked green. There was the headless horseman, Dracula, the Creature from the Black Lagoon, Frankenstein and this really stupid trap that had three big rubber gloves stuck on the end of some pipes and they would dip down and try and block your shot. Oh, and the garbage cans were ghosts! And they had all these fake headstones with funny things written on them. There was a game room with ski ball, pinball machines, air hockey and arcade games. So stupid, but so fun. This person’s Flickr has a lot of great photos of the place.
There was also Dispensa’s Kiddie Kingdom, but we didn’t go there that often. I’ve got a cassete tape of us coming back from a day at the Kingdom. Sis and I had won (or annoyed our parents into purchasing) these little rubber worms, and I decided we should name them Wormy and Squirmy and proceded to make up a song about them. A few weeks later, my mom shut my head in the rear window of the station wagon when we all went to the drive in. Coincidence? More like payback. We were there to see The Children because my mom thought The House That Dripped Blood would be too scary. Oh, the irony. If I could get my hands on a copy of that movie, I’d be so happy.
Anyway. I guess what I’m trying to say is, I really want to play mini golf. I think there’s a place out near Woodburn. Eh, I was close. Wilsonville.
Oh, to be a kid again...
See you on Tuesday.
It was 48°F, overcast, drizzling. I had another bowl of those goddam Cocoa Crispies for breakfast. I’ve been stressed out and eating like shit this week. Plus I’ve got my period. So I’m not in the best shape right now. I’ve been slacking off on my aerobics, and I think that’s a big part of why I struggle on the runs. I need to keep strengthening my heart and lungs.
That’s all I have to say about that.
Did everybody hear what Tiger Woods had to say about hockey?
What’s more exciting to you? Watching “athletes” in bad sweaters ride carts around on the grass and knock little white balls into a hole in the ground, or watching scarred and bloody and badly injured men sprint around an ice rink for 60 (sometimes 120) minutes?
Gad, I fucking hate golf. Except for miniature golf. I loooooove me some mini golf. When I was a kid, we went to a place called Haunted Trails over on Harlem. Best mini golf ever. It wasn’t that big of a course, at least not in the 70’s and 80’s, but it was a lot of fun. It used to (might still) be that when you paid for mini golf, you could pick which color ball you wanted. I always picked green. There was the headless horseman, Dracula, the Creature from the Black Lagoon, Frankenstein and this really stupid trap that had three big rubber gloves stuck on the end of some pipes and they would dip down and try and block your shot. Oh, and the garbage cans were ghosts! And they had all these fake headstones with funny things written on them. There was a game room with ski ball, pinball machines, air hockey and arcade games. So stupid, but so fun. This person’s Flickr has a lot of great photos of the place.
There was also Dispensa’s Kiddie Kingdom, but we didn’t go there that often. I’ve got a cassete tape of us coming back from a day at the Kingdom. Sis and I had won (or annoyed our parents into purchasing) these little rubber worms, and I decided we should name them Wormy and Squirmy and proceded to make up a song about them. A few weeks later, my mom shut my head in the rear window of the station wagon when we all went to the drive in. Coincidence? More like payback. We were there to see The Children because my mom thought The House That Dripped Blood would be too scary. Oh, the irony. If I could get my hands on a copy of that movie, I’d be so happy.
Anyway. I guess what I’m trying to say is, I really want to play mini golf. I think there’s a place out near Woodburn. Eh, I was close. Wilsonville.
Oh, to be a kid again...
See you on Tuesday.
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4 comments:
Never been to Haunted Trails. The mini golf course I used to go to was up at Lincoln and Devon (I think). No Creature from the Black Lagoon, though. That would have been awesome.
Yeah, I want Tiger to say that to the face of a hockey player. Chris Chelios would check him into orbit. Golf is only worth watching if you're having trouble sleeping--great cure for insomnia.
You should go to Haunted Trails. Take Andy with you. Heehee. I can't vouch for how fun it is nowadays, but back in the day it was nothing but <3
Tiger wouldn't last two seconds on the ice. Somebody should sic Sean Avery on him. I wouldn't want Chelios to re-injure himself.
I'm sorry to say, but I'm with Tiger. I could never get into hockey because I can't follow the puck. It's too damn small. And being the violent person that I am, I need to be guaranteed a fight each and every game in order for me to watch.
Oh, there are fights galore! Just nothing like in the old days, booo. I used to have trouble following the puck, but now I'm a pro.
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