So, I meant to blog about this on Monday night, but I was in a "mood" by the time I got home, and opted to instead write it Tuesday when I got home.
Well... Tuesday, the federal government closed @ 2pm due to the snow and icy road conditions, and I seized that opportunity to get tanked. No need to say more.
And, well, here we are on Wednesday... and I'm finally writing about what I should have written about Monday.
So, I'd like to give myself mad props for doing two "big" walks in a row-- Sunday's 5.2 miler with the ladies and Monday night's 4.4 miler with Annie. I'm most definitely a rock star! Or at least, I felt like one, until my journey home.
Let me set the scene: It's cold, blustery even. My nose is running. My butt is a tad sore from yesterday. Annie, bless her heart, walks like she's being chased by the mafia - and my legs were working double time simply to keep up. So, I'm tired and hungry and imagining a steaming hot plate of enchiladas. Yum.
I proudly declare that I will cab home, rather than wait on a bus... but, with my dwindling funds in mind, I decided to wait for the bus. Besides, there was a gaggle of people already waiting, so I felt like the next bus was just around the corner... um, WRONG!
I waited for the bus, any bus, for 45 minutes... and while a stronger person would have thrown in the towel and taken a cab, I did not. I felt like I had something to prove. What- I'm not exactly sure.
So I waited 5 minutes more... 10 minutes more... 15 minutes more, until I decided to just walk. Which felt awesome because my muscles had totally frozen up in the interim between walking and waiting. As luck would have it, a bus did come, and I was able to hop on at the next stop.
Buuuuuuuuuuut, it was one of those accordion buses, and I was caught in the center-- literally smack-up against my fellow passengers. I didn't care, though, because I was warm! And going home! To eat! And thaw out! And watch The Hills! All very important, exclamation-point warranting things!
Clearly, as my luck that night would have it, I was unable to get to a door in time to get off the bus... for the next two stops. And so... I marched my sad, sad self home...
Well... Tuesday, the federal government closed @ 2pm due to the snow and icy road conditions, and I seized that opportunity to get tanked. No need to say more.
And, well, here we are on Wednesday... and I'm finally writing about what I should have written about Monday.
So, I'd like to give myself mad props for doing two "big" walks in a row-- Sunday's 5.2 miler with the ladies and Monday night's 4.4 miler with Annie. I'm most definitely a rock star! Or at least, I felt like one, until my journey home.
Let me set the scene: It's cold, blustery even. My nose is running. My butt is a tad sore from yesterday. Annie, bless her heart, walks like she's being chased by the mafia - and my legs were working double time simply to keep up. So, I'm tired and hungry and imagining a steaming hot plate of enchiladas. Yum.
I proudly declare that I will cab home, rather than wait on a bus... but, with my dwindling funds in mind, I decided to wait for the bus. Besides, there was a gaggle of people already waiting, so I felt like the next bus was just around the corner... um, WRONG!
I waited for the bus, any bus, for 45 minutes... and while a stronger person would have thrown in the towel and taken a cab, I did not. I felt like I had something to prove. What- I'm not exactly sure.
So I waited 5 minutes more... 10 minutes more... 15 minutes more, until I decided to just walk. Which felt awesome because my muscles had totally frozen up in the interim between walking and waiting. As luck would have it, a bus did come, and I was able to hop on at the next stop.
Buuuuuuuuuuut, it was one of those accordion buses, and I was caught in the center-- literally smack-up against my fellow passengers. I didn't care, though, because I was warm! And going home! To eat! And thaw out! And watch The Hills! All very important, exclamation-point warranting things!
Clearly, as my luck that night would have it, I was unable to get to a door in time to get off the bus... for the next two stops. And so... I marched my sad, sad self home...
... where I made a sad, sad salad (not enchiladas), and went to bed before The Hills because I was too exhausted to keep my eyes open.
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1 comment:
HAHAHA. I'm sorry I walk fast. It's too bad you didn't get to eat the enchilladas they sounded so good. I think I ended up with lentils and couscous that night - and not my delightful falafel.
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