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January 11, 2000 |
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Mornings? It's a rarity for me to wake up in the morning, it's even more
strange for me to wake up before my alarm goes off. It happened again
today. Not that I'm complaining, mind you, but it just seems a bit
strange. I would be having lunch with Sarah today.
I'm looking forward to it. Mornings don't seem as bad as they used to be
for some reason. So I get my whiny butt out of bed and grab a shower. We
have flexible hours where I work, so I normally just wander in when I
happen to get in, well… within reason.
So I actually make it in to work in the morning. Some people were pretty
surprised. After ignoring the slew of sarcastic comments like, "I
thought you turned to dust in the daylight…" I started checking
my e-mail. I have a nasty habit with work e-mail. I don't delete any. I
may shuffle it around on occasion and every great once in a while I will
delete some, but generally it simply accumulates. My inbox has close to
15k messages, and 6.4k of them are unread. Not that I'm
self-important or anything. Many people have much more mail than I; I
don't envy them.
I got mail from Sarah… telling me that she
wouldn't be able to make it. I'm devastated! How will I cope?
[Sigh] Okay, well, nothing that tragic. I really was
looking forward to seeing her today, but hey, I'm patient, I can wait a
little while longer. I'd be busy tomorrow with a doctor's appointment, so
we rescheduled for Friday. We even exchanged a few e-mail messages; she's
very funny and charming. Oh, and beautiful… Did I mention beautiful?
So it seems as though I'd have to wait.
I ended up having lunch with Jim at the
cafeteria. I whimsically decided to buy him lunch; he was having stir fry.
I had the typical deli stuff nothing exciting here, with the possible
exception of a curious Mexican soup made with tortillas. Jim and I simply
chatted about stuff the way we normally do; we are friends after all, even
if we do work together. He, as in his office, is right next door
as a matter of fact.
It's about 12:30pm. It's snowing. I left Florida for this?! I know that
there are the lot of you who are incredibly amused by snow. Snow kills. I
know that on the surface it seems like benevolent fluffy white stuff. It
is a wolf in sheep's clothing. Oh, it sits there waiting for you
to play with it. It sits there seemingly innocently with its come
hither look as it silently lures you to it. It will render your
extremities numb unless you protect against it. [Are you amused by
hydrochloric acid?!] It falls and lands quietly while it suppresses
life and forces otherwise vibrant landscapes into hybernation. Snow kills.
It is white death.
Okay, maybe I have some issues with snow.
Fortunately, the snow wasn't sticking. Good thing, since I have an
orthodontist appointment today. With any luck I'll have these bloody
things off in a few months. One of the brackets had jarred loose recently;
I have to warn them about that. I wouldn't want them to take off the wire
and have this bracket falling down my throat, and then for me to swallow
it. Not that it's poisonous, I'm sure it is fine, but I'll be willing to
bet that they weren't designed with flavor in mind… or digestibility
for that matter. As it turns out, I had not only one but two loose
brackets. [Sigh] Of course, everyone in the office was
incredulously asking, "You lost two brackets?!" I just
had to have those ribs.
It's Tuesday, which means I work out today. Nothing out of the ordinary with the possible exception of doing intervals on the treadmill. I hate intervals. I mean workouts are supposed to hurt. I know that; I'm accustomed to it. I suppose that I'm used to reaching my limits when it comes to strength routine. [Yeah, like with muscle failure…] There just comes a point with free weights when your body simply tells you.
Now, I do a fairly good job at working out. That's not so much because I push myself ultra hard to the limits, but more because I'm very consistent about doing my workouts. Doing my cardio is no exception. I wear a heart rate monitor and know precisely when I should be slowing down and speeding up. This is why I hate intervals. For those of you not familiar with intervals… Doing intervals is the practice of alternating between pushing yourself very hard [in this case running faster…] and slowing down enough so that you can recoup from driving yourself so hard. The reason why I hate this is because you're supposed to push yourself to the breaking point. When doing strength this is simply the burn or muscle failure. When doing cardio, it is when you feel like puking and your body hates you. Oh, lovely!
Otherwise, the remainder of the workout involved doing free weights, which wasn't particularly noteworthy.
January 11, 2000