I turned 25 yesterday. My birthday fell on a Saturday this year, but the celebrations were muted because we just had two holiday weekends (July 4th and Minneapolis Gay Pride). I just felt like staying in, eating cheeseburgers and watching the First 48, but of course that didn’t happen.
I will blame law school for my tendency to cram way too much into my day. I was up by 4 a.m. walking the dogs and getting ready for my 5 a.m. personal training session at LA Fitness.
The personal training sessions are strictly 30 minutes long so going that early is starting to feel like a terrible idea. The upshot is that by 7 a.m. I have my workout done, two dog walks behind me, and a fresh cup of Spyhouse coffee as I jet to the office.
I didn’t plan this very well. I biked to work this morning but left work at almost 6 p.m.
This means that it was almost 7:30 when I arrived at home, and I somehow had to do the laundry, cook that “almost expired” chicken and walk the dogs before 8 p.m.
I obviously did not get to bed at 8, which means that I am not going to get 8 hours of sleep before my 5 a.m. personal training session at LA Fitness.
So it is officially hotter in Minneapolis than it is in Miami. Summer is here, the neighborhood looks lush, and my freshness is compromised.
Hallelu.
Everything has thawed and I am at the lakes so much that I canceled my gym membership. This was a long time coming.
Discovering that the cafeteria had 32oz. cups was probably a bad thing for my diet.
I saw this at the Uptown Rainbow Foods grocery store today:
My first reaction was: “What a fugly box.”
In mid October I was over 200 pounds again so I recommitted myself to Jillian Michael’s “Master your Metabolism” regime.
…and then a week passed.
I eventually chased down the wagon, climbed back on, and recorded my weight every morning on this here dry erase chart:
I finally dusted off my roller skates and made it around three of the lakes after work.
I bought a Schwinn bike from Target during my 1L year.
I had no car, lived in the Gamma eta Gamma house in Dinkytown, and biking seemed like the collegy thing to do. $150 felt pricy… but I bought the bike and used it until winter came.
The bike came back out this summer and last week I biked over 100 miles. Most of the biking was to work, which is 15 miles out in the suburbs.
I also somehow managed to break the bike. A pedal snapped in half. The kick stand unscrewed halfway. The handlebar was bent. The seat hurt my butt.
It was a disaster.
So I went to Freewheel bike shop, which is by campus, under the shadow of the Stacks:
I biked to work on Sunday. I work 16 miles in the suburbs, and the distance doesn’t bother me, but I hate going up the hill near the office.
The hill is on a street named “Yankee Doodle” which makes the whole situation seem even more ridiculous. But do not be fooled! Yankee Doodle has a massive, half-mile long hill that hurts. The hill is so large that I expect a Buddhist monk or a mountain goat at the top.
So I decide to get cute, take a short cut, and promptly get lost in this Ozarky town named Mendota:
