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angelakThe weather is gorgeous.
I get off early today [for the last time this week and pretty much for a long time.] Bummer that it’s the last day. Friday I’ll be getting off at 5… which is early--- just the same. But it won’t FEEL as early, because I’ve been spoiled by not taking lunch periods [Chris has been gone all week—so instead of taking lunch I take off an hour early] and getting of at 3:00PM. HOW lovely. It’s been perfect. I’ve been hiking from 3:50-5:40ish, each day. Then I get home, take a shower, and am clean and refreshed [perhaps a little muscle weary] by 6:00PM, when I usually get off.
Though…it’s my goal to take the period from 6:30PM-8ish whenever possible, and hike after work as frequently as I can. It’s time to get serious with it. It’s been about a month of laziness, and getting out of the habit just is not fun.
Sure, I’m not entirely out of shape… but it blows to be worse than when you stopped, no matter which way you toss the dice. My lung capacity is improving—rather quickly actually. My legs thank me for actually using them again. I just feel better, and far less stressed. Sometimes it is nice to just go alone. [On well traveled paths that other people frequent, obviously…] The exercise and solitude does a good thing for me.
Other times it’s great to have companions. I’m hoping to go with Jon this afternoon. He was going to try and meet me at my house around 3:00. The goal, of course, is that I can spend a few minutes picking up the house before he gets there. It’s a little bit more messy than I generally allow it to be when guests are amiss.
Too much laundry everywhere, dishes a little bit stacked out of control [due to my preoccupation with nearly everything ELSE] and it just needs spiffed up. Currently I have Darcey’s machine on my counter…. I’m working on that one. Hm. I might take some personal leave [an hour] and take a real lunch period, and STILL leave at 3. I wanted to clean last night, but my body was just so worn out from the hike that I couldn’t convince myself to move at any great or efficient pace.
So, I hiked Tuesday and Wednesday to the top of the West Tiger Trail. [Approximately 2.5 miles one way, with 2250 elevation gain.] Both days, in just over an hour and a half.
It felt wondrous, but the first day I was acutely aware that my lung capacity was failing me. Incredibly, the next day, I faced next to no issues with my lungs.
On Saturday: James, Steve and I hiked up to Wallace Falls. Familiar old friend, that trail. Same with the West Tiger. The trees and the trails are like a part of me. Once you hike them often enough, it’s almost as if you create a living relationship with the area itself, as if it were a person. Wallace Falls, was more raging and full than I have ever seen it. Raging enough so it picked up more sediment than usual, and began washing it downstream—and enough so that it was brownish water.
That hike went pretty well. Steve lagged, sadly… his weight gain and lack of attention to fitness haven’t been helping him. He was sore the next day. I felt bad. He always gave me a run for my money, competitively so, always near-jogging to make it up hills easier. That was last year. This year? He’s the one getting offended when the pace needs to be slowed on his account.
“Welcome to my world last year, honey,” I think to myself. Not so funny when you’re the one who is lagging, is it? But with any hike, it’s a team effort, and support for every person is important, and the pace that is set, is of the person who is the slowest. Regardless. And there should never be shame if you ARE that person. Somebody has to be :D
Wallace was pretty. The exercise made me happy. 95% of the time..
I think from now on, I’m going to log the days that we get along vs. the days we want to kill each other, and see if there are any patterns. As it is, now is a good time, because we HAVE been getting along [blessed be!]
Days we've gotten along vs. not....
Perhaps this will put everything into perspective for me...
Sometimes it's easier to remember the unhappy times when you're frustrated...
Synopsis on the days we’ve gotten along vs. not this week so far:
Friday Steve and I saw the movie and GOT along!
Saturday Steve and I got along.
Sunday we spent the day together enjoyably.
Monday we argued nearly all day, until the evening came.
Tuesday we got along…very well.
Wednesday we got along well.
That’s pretty much the extent of it. I need to call Jon today—to verify our plans.
In other EXTENSIVELY GOOD NEWS: My parents are looking to rent out here on the eastside. They might be moving to Redmond again. For that, I’d be in TOTAL bliss. I love my parents and brother so much, and I hate it when I have to drive an hour to see them these days. It’s not the drive out that kills me. It’s the drive back. The 1AM, oh shit I should have left by now, I won’t be home till 2AM scenario… tired.
If they live in Redmond, it’ll be 20-30 minute drive, instead of 60!!!! They might move into an apartment. That’s okay. Just until their credit improves. *crosses fingers and begs the universe for them to live closer!!!!*
Ah. Anyway. I should go do more work. Or something.
Officer TG IS a little bit of a negitive, pesimistic, whining ... pain in the ass is another term for it.. ugh. Random vent statement. I wish Stan hadn't clued me in on it.
-Angela
I get off early today [for the last time this week and pretty much for a long time.] Bummer that it’s the last day. Friday I’ll be getting off at 5… which is early--- just the same. But it won’t FEEL as early, because I’ve been spoiled by not taking lunch periods [Chris has been gone all week—so instead of taking lunch I take off an hour early] and getting of at 3:00PM. HOW lovely. It’s been perfect. I’ve been hiking from 3:50-5:40ish, each day. Then I get home, take a shower, and am clean and refreshed [perhaps a little muscle weary] by 6:00PM, when I usually get off.
Though…it’s my goal to take the period from 6:30PM-8ish whenever possible, and hike after work as frequently as I can. It’s time to get serious with it. It’s been about a month of laziness, and getting out of the habit just is not fun.
Sure, I’m not entirely out of shape… but it blows to be worse than when you stopped, no matter which way you toss the dice. My lung capacity is improving—rather quickly actually. My legs thank me for actually using them again. I just feel better, and far less stressed. Sometimes it is nice to just go alone. [On well traveled paths that other people frequent, obviously…] The exercise and solitude does a good thing for me.
Other times it’s great to have companions. I’m hoping to go with Jon this afternoon. He was going to try and meet me at my house around 3:00. The goal, of course, is that I can spend a few minutes picking up the house before he gets there. It’s a little bit more messy than I generally allow it to be when guests are amiss.
Too much laundry everywhere, dishes a little bit stacked out of control [due to my preoccupation with nearly everything ELSE] and it just needs spiffed up. Currently I have Darcey’s machine on my counter…. I’m working on that one. Hm. I might take some personal leave [an hour] and take a real lunch period, and STILL leave at 3. I wanted to clean last night, but my body was just so worn out from the hike that I couldn’t convince myself to move at any great or efficient pace.
So, I hiked Tuesday and Wednesday to the top of the West Tiger Trail. [Approximately 2.5 miles one way, with 2250 elevation gain.] Both days, in just over an hour and a half.
It felt wondrous, but the first day I was acutely aware that my lung capacity was failing me. Incredibly, the next day, I faced next to no issues with my lungs.
On Saturday: James, Steve and I hiked up to Wallace Falls. Familiar old friend, that trail. Same with the West Tiger. The trees and the trails are like a part of me. Once you hike them often enough, it’s almost as if you create a living relationship with the area itself, as if it were a person. Wallace Falls, was more raging and full than I have ever seen it. Raging enough so it picked up more sediment than usual, and began washing it downstream—and enough so that it was brownish water.
That hike went pretty well. Steve lagged, sadly… his weight gain and lack of attention to fitness haven’t been helping him. He was sore the next day. I felt bad. He always gave me a run for my money, competitively so, always near-jogging to make it up hills easier. That was last year. This year? He’s the one getting offended when the pace needs to be slowed on his account.
“Welcome to my world last year, honey,” I think to myself. Not so funny when you’re the one who is lagging, is it? But with any hike, it’s a team effort, and support for every person is important, and the pace that is set, is of the person who is the slowest. Regardless. And there should never be shame if you ARE that person. Somebody has to be :D
Wallace was pretty. The exercise made me happy. 95% of the time..
I think from now on, I’m going to log the days that we get along vs. the days we want to kill each other, and see if there are any patterns. As it is, now is a good time, because we HAVE been getting along [blessed be!]
Days we've gotten along vs. not....
Perhaps this will put everything into perspective for me...
Sometimes it's easier to remember the unhappy times when you're frustrated...
Synopsis on the days we’ve gotten along vs. not this week so far:
Friday Steve and I saw the movie and GOT along!
Saturday Steve and I got along.
Sunday we spent the day together enjoyably.
Monday we argued nearly all day, until the evening came.
Tuesday we got along…very well.
Wednesday we got along well.
That’s pretty much the extent of it. I need to call Jon today—to verify our plans.
In other EXTENSIVELY GOOD NEWS: My parents are looking to rent out here on the eastside. They might be moving to Redmond again. For that, I’d be in TOTAL bliss. I love my parents and brother so much, and I hate it when I have to drive an hour to see them these days. It’s not the drive out that kills me. It’s the drive back. The 1AM, oh shit I should have left by now, I won’t be home till 2AM scenario… tired.
If they live in Redmond, it’ll be 20-30 minute drive, instead of 60!!!! They might move into an apartment. That’s okay. Just until their credit improves. *crosses fingers and begs the universe for them to live closer!!!!*
Ah. Anyway. I should go do more work. Or something.
Officer TG IS a little bit of a negitive, pesimistic, whining ... pain in the ass is another term for it.. ugh. Random vent statement. I wish Stan hadn't clued me in on it.
-Angela
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Date: 2004-06-04 12:40 pm (UTC)Well, no worries, when I go hiking with you, I will be setting the sloooooow pace...it's nothing I'm ashamed of, my forte is strength, not speed. `^_^
I still owe you a lunch...maybe next Wednesday or Thursday? I have to check with someone else (since her and I are getting together), but one of those days?
Shouldn't be...
Date: 2004-06-04 12:44 pm (UTC)-Karen
Re: Shouldn't be...
Date: 2004-06-07 07:07 pm (UTC)...shouldn't be? Anything going on those days?