I should not be writing this this early. I should not be writing this this early. I hate squirrels. I used to think that squirrels were cute and cuddley and loved them. Until there was a squirrel outside my door this morning at 5:55, BARKING! Seriously, it was barking. I thought that it was my uncle doing something with his bike, so walked out on to the balcony to yell at him, when I saw the squirrel barking. The funny thing is that my neighbor had obviously rolled out of bed also to fling his curtains open and see what was going on. I pointed and said "It's a barking squirrel" and he said "Dumb Squirrel" just like the guy says "silly fairy" at the end of the Dodge Caliber commercial. I tried to go back to bed, but the squirrel continued to bark, so I had to get up. I was bored so went for a run, and I'm back from it before my watch alarm for waking me up today even went off. At least it was productive for me to get out. But still, squirrels should not bark. Period.
Yesterday, I went to a "stretch and tone" class. It was really good for me because I told the lady that I only signed up for a week of it because I was worried that it wouldn't be hard enough. Because I said that, she specifically pointed out things to me that I could do to make it harder. Tomorrow I might stand in the back because I feel bad being able to do more than the old ladies in my class. But it was fun, and I signed up for the rest of the time I'm here. WOO!
P.S. Today I started my watch earlier than usual to time my run, and I started running closer to my house than usual, and got to the mile mark in about 11 and a half minutes. I ran the rest of the minute to make it 12, which got me to the point where I had ended sprinting the last time, and sprinted out a block. YAY for progress!
Today:
Exercise: Run/Walk
Distance: 2.6 Miles
Time: 7 am, 37 minutes and 34 seconds
Temperature: 70 degrees
Humidity: 80%
Visibility: 4 miles
Wind: From the SW at 5 mph
Pressure: 30.02 and rising
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
Monday, June 26, 2006
Run a little, walk a lot
I ran yesterday! I did it at 10, and thought it was excellent. I ran the same amount I did the last time, and then I added a block of a sprint to add on to my endurance. Then I walked the rest of the 2.6 miles. I did my first mile in under 12 minutes though, and that was kind of exciting.
Later in the day my neighbor and I walked around the perimeter again. We just went on more of a stroll, but hey, that's another 2.6 miles. WOO!
Add that on to the fact that I treaded water for another 30 minutes or so at work, and I think I'm doing well.
I'm just going to post my stats for the run/walk because I'm too lazy to do both...
Exercise: Run/Walk
Distance: 2.6 Miles
Time: 10:10 am, 40 minutes and 3 seconds
Temperature: 70 degrees
Humidity: 78%
Visibility: 10 miles
Wind: From the S at 6 mph
Pressure: 30.09 and falling
Later in the day my neighbor and I walked around the perimeter again. We just went on more of a stroll, but hey, that's another 2.6 miles. WOO!
Add that on to the fact that I treaded water for another 30 minutes or so at work, and I think I'm doing well.
I'm just going to post my stats for the run/walk because I'm too lazy to do both...
Exercise: Run/Walk
Distance: 2.6 Miles
Time: 10:10 am, 40 minutes and 3 seconds
Temperature: 70 degrees
Humidity: 78%
Visibility: 10 miles
Wind: From the S at 6 mph
Pressure: 30.09 and falling
Saturday, June 24, 2006
So what I'm a slacker?
So, I'm already on the downhill slide of keeping up my goals...yesterday, I was almost on my way to put on my running clothes and shoes, when my Uncle walked in and said "I'm going fishing, do you want to come?" And seeing as how he had just begun teaching me how to fly fish, I really wanted to go. So did. It was fun, and I caught a bunch of fish, and let them all go. I feel kind of bad fishing, but it is really fun.
Today, I had to work, and I feel like it's okay that I didn't run because I treaded water for 45 minutes putting up docks. I also hit my head on a dock, and now have a big lump on it.
Every year, when I get up here, I can not ride my bike up the hill from work (It's a steep hill, something you'd never see at home, and I have a bike that's from the 1940s or so, so it's not that bad that I can't do it). This year, though, I've been able to ride up the hill from the first try, and it's not even too much of a struggle. I guess my running has really helped my legs some, or something.
Tonight I will probably walk around the perimeter with one of my bestest friends, so maybe I won't be too much of a failure...
Today, I had to work, and I feel like it's okay that I didn't run because I treaded water for 45 minutes putting up docks. I also hit my head on a dock, and now have a big lump on it.
Every year, when I get up here, I can not ride my bike up the hill from work (It's a steep hill, something you'd never see at home, and I have a bike that's from the 1940s or so, so it's not that bad that I can't do it). This year, though, I've been able to ride up the hill from the first try, and it's not even too much of a struggle. I guess my running has really helped my legs some, or something.
Tonight I will probably walk around the perimeter with one of my bestest friends, so maybe I won't be too much of a failure...
Thursday, June 22, 2006
You just never know...
I'm just so productive this morning...I got up, at breakfast, and then decided to go on a run. I decided to just make an effort to run a mile because it's marked, and then finish the loop by walking. When I started walkinng, after a few steps I looked over and saw that there was someone walking at the same pace I was, so looked over and said "I think we're walking almost together" and she said "why yes, I think we are" and then we talked and talked, and I finished the 2.6 mile loop, but she started after the mile so I just did an extra mile with her to finish up her loop, so I did 3.6 miles in under an hour. WOO! Two days in a row I've worked toward my goal. WOO!
Exercise: Run/Walk
Distance: 3.6 Miles
Time: 7:30 am, 57 minutes and two seconds
Temperature: 70 degrees
Humidity: 82%
Visibility: 9 miles
Wind: From the SW at 10 mph
Pressure: 30.02 and rising
Exercise: Run/Walk
Distance: 3.6 Miles
Time: 7:30 am, 57 minutes and two seconds
Temperature: 70 degrees
Humidity: 82%
Visibility: 9 miles
Wind: From the SW at 10 mph
Pressure: 30.02 and rising
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
Double Post
Yeah, so I've been really bad about posting twice in a day...I guess it's better than not posting, or is it?
I just had to say that I went on another walk because I've been feeling like I've been cramped up lately (hmmm...hours of flying, 20 hours of driving...I wonder why...). As I was walking I saw my boss and decided to go bug him about the fact that he is the waterfront director and he had his motor boat in the swim area, and he said he needed another set of hands so I went and helped him get his boat situated. We never really finished because the cable for the wench got messed up, so he just decided to park it in a slip somewhere, but to do that he would have to drive his boat, so he took me on a ride. YAY! It was just a short ride, and I never finished my walk because playing with the boat took so long, but still...BOAT RIDE!! WOO!
I just had to say that I went on another walk because I've been feeling like I've been cramped up lately (hmmm...hours of flying, 20 hours of driving...I wonder why...). As I was walking I saw my boss and decided to go bug him about the fact that he is the waterfront director and he had his motor boat in the swim area, and he said he needed another set of hands so I went and helped him get his boat situated. We never really finished because the cable for the wench got messed up, so he just decided to park it in a slip somewhere, but to do that he would have to drive his boat, so he took me on a ride. YAY! It was just a short ride, and I never finished my walk because playing with the boat took so long, but still...BOAT RIDE!! WOO!
The air is just so much thinner here...
Today, I went on a walk, and didn't even attempt to run. I have now transplanted myself from home, about 120 feet above sea level, to western NY, 1308 feet above sea level. While it isn't too dramatic, like when I went up a volcano last week, it does make a difference. To ease into my new home, I decided on a 2.6 mile walk, which was a bit of work on it's own. This mostly came from the fact that I came from flat home, to the foothills of mountains, so the hills are a lot of work. I did it though, and that's all that counts. Maybe tomorrow I'll run a block...Maybe two if you're lucky :)
Oh, and while I was walking, there was a lady carrying a sled. C'mon lady...It's JUNE!
Exercise: Walking
Distance: 2.6 miles
Time: 1:00 p.m. 50 minutes, 25 seconds
Temperature: 72
Humidity: 60%
Visibility: 9.0 miles
Wind: from the WSW at 10 mph
Pressure: 30.11 and rising
I guess here is the time to list my goals also...I have two, hopefully I'll achieve at least one, but preferably both of them.
1. To run in the Old First Night Run. I've walked every other year, and it's just 2.6 miles. I can do it. Maybe.
2. To walk the perimeter distance 4 or so times a week. My neighbor is coming soon, so this should become a much easier task because it's what we do to escape all of the listening ears of our families when we need to rant.
Simple goals...right?
Oh, and while I was walking, there was a lady carrying a sled. C'mon lady...It's JUNE!
Exercise: Walking
Distance: 2.6 miles
Time: 1:00 p.m. 50 minutes, 25 seconds
Temperature: 72
Humidity: 60%
Visibility: 9.0 miles
Wind: from the WSW at 10 mph
Pressure: 30.11 and rising
I guess here is the time to list my goals also...I have two, hopefully I'll achieve at least one, but preferably both of them.
1. To run in the Old First Night Run. I've walked every other year, and it's just 2.6 miles. I can do it. Maybe.
2. To walk the perimeter distance 4 or so times a week. My neighbor is coming soon, so this should become a much easier task because it's what we do to escape all of the listening ears of our families when we need to rant.
Simple goals...right?
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
Swimmey Swimmey
So, I felt like I needed to show that I don't just sit around like a lump of potatoes all of the time, even though it is hard to muster a "workout" when you're doing so much traveling, but I "exercised" today. The actual information is kind of useless, but, I did make an effort to go downstairs to the pool, and I should get credit for that.
Exercise: Swimming
Distance: 10 laps around an itty bitty pool, plus 10 minutes of hard core kicking at the wall
Time: 7:30 pm, about 30 minutes
Temperature: indoor pool temperature
Humidity: sauna like humidity
Visibility: to the wall
Wind: cold air conditioning
Pressure: that of which a 5 foot pool creates on your ears
Exercise: Swimming
Distance: 10 laps around an itty bitty pool, plus 10 minutes of hard core kicking at the wall
Time: 7:30 pm, about 30 minutes
Temperature: indoor pool temperature
Humidity: sauna like humidity
Visibility: to the wall
Wind: cold air conditioning
Pressure: that of which a 5 foot pool creates on your ears
Sunday, June 18, 2006
A year ago...
WARNING: This is not a happy go lucky post about exercise adventures, it is about my experiences over the past year with my brother. Part of it is done to fulfill my duty to have the orange ribbon on the side of my blog, but a majority of it is to fulfill my duty as a sister, to let others know about my brother. That being said, remember, I do not take pride in myself as a writer, so this writing does not stand up to what it should be to be writing about such a wonderful person. But it had to be done...
As I start getting ready for my summer adventures, I can't help but think back to how hard it was for me last year to pack up. I go to the same place every summer, and have always planned on going back every year, but last year that was different, last year I was going to drop it all and stay home.
Last year, in April I returned from church to a sleepy hungover roommate, and a friend from across the dorm that I knew liked to sleep in, and I knew that something was up. My roommate said "you need to call your aunt" and when I asked why, she said "I don't know." That phone call proved to be one of the hardest I've ever had to make in my life, it went something like this:
Me: Hi AP! What do you need?
AP: I have some bad news, is someone around for you?
Me: Yes, what's wrong?
AP: Your mom called this morning, and Randy's in the hospital. They diagnosed him with Acute Lymphocytic Leukemia, and he's really sick. They're not quite sure what this means, and they haven't determined how bad it truly is yet. Your mom wants you to call her, and I'm on my way over to come talk to you.
Me: Silence
AP: Are you okay? Are they helping you?
Me: Yes, I'll see you in a few minutes.
My roommate did know why I needed to call her, that's why she had recruited my other friend also to help me cope with this news. They grabbed my faithful blankey and just stood there, hugging me. I didn't know what to do, this couldn't be true, in my eyes, my brother was perfect, and there was no way he could be sick...but he was.
After talking to my mom, she assured me that I needed to finish up my last week and a half at school rather than talk my way out of finishing up and coming home because there was nothing I could do at home, he was too sick to know or care that I was there, and they didn't even know what would come of it yet. So I stayed, and packed up to come home as soon as I could get out of there.
Mom came up to drive me home after my last final, and after hours of driving, we went straight to the hospital. There's nothing like seeing your brother sick in the hospital for the first time, it was so bad that I nearly passed out.
He went through his first batch of chemo, and after a bit was out of the hospital, and it became my job to cook and clean for him. The two months of doing that were two of the best months ever. I drove the hour to Tampa every day to cook him something, generally hamburger helper or spaghetti, because doctor's orders said everything had to be cooked thoroughly. I also made him sandwiches of 3 slices of turkey, two slices of hard salami, a piece of provalone, and some mayonnaise, which he always acted like were the most delicious things he had ever tasted.
It wasn't the cooking and cleaning that I loved, but the time that we got to spend together. MB bought him a canasta set, which the two of us learned to play together, and played every day that I went, until he got too tired and went to take a nap. We had a multitude of other games to play, but this was our favorite, because it was OUR game even though MB had bought it. When I did have to leave, we would sometimes even get online and play it together so that we could somehow be together.
There were lots of other things we did, too, like drive around to try to find various government buildings to file for different things, make grocery lists, watch movies, and McGyver.
Two of the best months of my life...
It came time for me to make my annual trip to Western New York, and I just didn't want to leave him behind. He was sick, and no one knew if he was going to make it through everything or not, and I wanted to stay to do as much for him as I could. He somehow found out that I was debating whether or not I should go, and he called to tell me that I absolutely had to go, that if he needed me he would tell me to come home and that I couldn't give it up. So I listened.
I went, and he continued his chemo. Mid-summer he was accepted into a cancer hospital, and I received the request to have my blood tested to see if we matched for a stem-cell transplant. My sister and I matched each other, but not him.
devastation.
The weekend I was home between New York and going back to school, we found out that they found someone with as near perfect a match as you can find without being related. This gave me hope that I would have my brother forever.
He finished his chemo, and was due for his transplant December 6. I asked for special permission to leave school a week and a half early, and it was granted. I rushed home, and went straight to see him. He was looking great! The process hadn't started wearing on him yet, as I knew it soon would. He got progressively worse before he got better, but he always made me feel welcome in his room. I was his physical therapist, he would wait for me to come to do his therapy because he knew I liked to do it with him, so it was again, one of our special things. I was his cheerleader, when it came time to take pills when he had "forgotten how to swallow" he let me stay in the room for motivation while he kicked mom out. We had a special bond, and again, I loved spending that time with him.
I was hoping he'd make it home for my birthday, but he didn't. (He gave me two bottles of his water and my favorite type of candy that I had put out for the nurses as my presents). Instead of my birthday present, he was our Christmas Present and he came home December 23. We spent Christmas together, and things seemed to be going well, but then he started developing stomach pains. They were getting progressively worse, and on December 31 he called my mom and they decided that it was best to take him back to the hospital.
Through various methods, like CT scans and MRIs, they couldn't find what was wrong, so decided to do orthroscopic surgery. In the process of that, they still couldn't find anything, so did a full operation and could still find nothing. When I went to visit him, he couldn't really speak to us, and could hardly pay attention to what was going on. It seemed like a slippery downhill slope...
We went and visited him each day, seeing him with various devices attached to him, and it was really rough. I would sit with him while he would be telling about how to get to Saturn, and how to fix the boosters, and playing the piano, and just completely dopey from the medications. There were funny times, like when we went to move him up in the bed and my aunt messed up and said "oops, I messed up" and Randy said "Why am I not surprised", sad times, like when he would get upset and inconsolable, and times I'll never forget, like when he would get a big grin when he realized I walked into the room, and when he told me that I was a great sister to have.
Again, it came time for me to move on and go back to school, which I seriously debated, but then I thought back to him telling me that I had to go to New York, so I knew I had to go to school, if nothing else for him. So I did.
I was in constant communication with home, through my mom, my aunt, his friends, the email group that everyone emailed to when they visited, and it was really helpful to get everyone's feedback on his progress. It started seeming like he was going to make it, except his liver numbers just weren't' quite right.
Then, on January 29, mom called and said that his liver was just not working like it should, and that they were taking him off of everything except for his pain medicine because we didn't want him to suffer through the disease any more. I was ready to come home, but she said that since he had such a good heart it might take a while, so I was to just stay at school and wait. I talked to everyone, went to my amazing cousin's house to start calming down, and started thinking about how I knew that at least it meant he wouldn't be suffering any more.
At about midnight, my mom called and told me that he had died, and that at least he had gone quickly so that he wasn't suffering any more. I made arrangements to meet my sister in Pittsburgh and fly home with her so that it would be just one trip to the airport for my mom.
It's been hard since then...sometimes I find myself just missing him and not knowing what to do, and other times, I find myself knowing that what I'm doing has something directly correlating to him and that he's still with me because without him I wouldn't have the knowledge necessary to do what I'm doing.
This is where I will end for now, it's not easy writing about this, but I knew I had to at some point. This is Randy. This is my brother. This is one of the most influential people in my life. He always has been, and he always will be.
As I start getting ready for my summer adventures, I can't help but think back to how hard it was for me last year to pack up. I go to the same place every summer, and have always planned on going back every year, but last year that was different, last year I was going to drop it all and stay home.
Last year, in April I returned from church to a sleepy hungover roommate, and a friend from across the dorm that I knew liked to sleep in, and I knew that something was up. My roommate said "you need to call your aunt" and when I asked why, she said "I don't know." That phone call proved to be one of the hardest I've ever had to make in my life, it went something like this:
Me: Hi AP! What do you need?
AP: I have some bad news, is someone around for you?
Me: Yes, what's wrong?
AP: Your mom called this morning, and Randy's in the hospital. They diagnosed him with Acute Lymphocytic Leukemia, and he's really sick. They're not quite sure what this means, and they haven't determined how bad it truly is yet. Your mom wants you to call her, and I'm on my way over to come talk to you.
Me: Silence
AP: Are you okay? Are they helping you?
Me: Yes, I'll see you in a few minutes.
My roommate did know why I needed to call her, that's why she had recruited my other friend also to help me cope with this news. They grabbed my faithful blankey and just stood there, hugging me. I didn't know what to do, this couldn't be true, in my eyes, my brother was perfect, and there was no way he could be sick...but he was.
After talking to my mom, she assured me that I needed to finish up my last week and a half at school rather than talk my way out of finishing up and coming home because there was nothing I could do at home, he was too sick to know or care that I was there, and they didn't even know what would come of it yet. So I stayed, and packed up to come home as soon as I could get out of there.
Mom came up to drive me home after my last final, and after hours of driving, we went straight to the hospital. There's nothing like seeing your brother sick in the hospital for the first time, it was so bad that I nearly passed out.
He went through his first batch of chemo, and after a bit was out of the hospital, and it became my job to cook and clean for him. The two months of doing that were two of the best months ever. I drove the hour to Tampa every day to cook him something, generally hamburger helper or spaghetti, because doctor's orders said everything had to be cooked thoroughly. I also made him sandwiches of 3 slices of turkey, two slices of hard salami, a piece of provalone, and some mayonnaise, which he always acted like were the most delicious things he had ever tasted.
It wasn't the cooking and cleaning that I loved, but the time that we got to spend together. MB bought him a canasta set, which the two of us learned to play together, and played every day that I went, until he got too tired and went to take a nap. We had a multitude of other games to play, but this was our favorite, because it was OUR game even though MB had bought it. When I did have to leave, we would sometimes even get online and play it together so that we could somehow be together.
There were lots of other things we did, too, like drive around to try to find various government buildings to file for different things, make grocery lists, watch movies, and McGyver.
Two of the best months of my life...
It came time for me to make my annual trip to Western New York, and I just didn't want to leave him behind. He was sick, and no one knew if he was going to make it through everything or not, and I wanted to stay to do as much for him as I could. He somehow found out that I was debating whether or not I should go, and he called to tell me that I absolutely had to go, that if he needed me he would tell me to come home and that I couldn't give it up. So I listened.
I went, and he continued his chemo. Mid-summer he was accepted into a cancer hospital, and I received the request to have my blood tested to see if we matched for a stem-cell transplant. My sister and I matched each other, but not him.
devastation.
The weekend I was home between New York and going back to school, we found out that they found someone with as near perfect a match as you can find without being related. This gave me hope that I would have my brother forever.
He finished his chemo, and was due for his transplant December 6. I asked for special permission to leave school a week and a half early, and it was granted. I rushed home, and went straight to see him. He was looking great! The process hadn't started wearing on him yet, as I knew it soon would. He got progressively worse before he got better, but he always made me feel welcome in his room. I was his physical therapist, he would wait for me to come to do his therapy because he knew I liked to do it with him, so it was again, one of our special things. I was his cheerleader, when it came time to take pills when he had "forgotten how to swallow" he let me stay in the room for motivation while he kicked mom out. We had a special bond, and again, I loved spending that time with him.
I was hoping he'd make it home for my birthday, but he didn't. (He gave me two bottles of his water and my favorite type of candy that I had put out for the nurses as my presents). Instead of my birthday present, he was our Christmas Present and he came home December 23. We spent Christmas together, and things seemed to be going well, but then he started developing stomach pains. They were getting progressively worse, and on December 31 he called my mom and they decided that it was best to take him back to the hospital.
Through various methods, like CT scans and MRIs, they couldn't find what was wrong, so decided to do orthroscopic surgery. In the process of that, they still couldn't find anything, so did a full operation and could still find nothing. When I went to visit him, he couldn't really speak to us, and could hardly pay attention to what was going on. It seemed like a slippery downhill slope...
We went and visited him each day, seeing him with various devices attached to him, and it was really rough. I would sit with him while he would be telling about how to get to Saturn, and how to fix the boosters, and playing the piano, and just completely dopey from the medications. There were funny times, like when we went to move him up in the bed and my aunt messed up and said "oops, I messed up" and Randy said "Why am I not surprised", sad times, like when he would get upset and inconsolable, and times I'll never forget, like when he would get a big grin when he realized I walked into the room, and when he told me that I was a great sister to have.
Again, it came time for me to move on and go back to school, which I seriously debated, but then I thought back to him telling me that I had to go to New York, so I knew I had to go to school, if nothing else for him. So I did.
I was in constant communication with home, through my mom, my aunt, his friends, the email group that everyone emailed to when they visited, and it was really helpful to get everyone's feedback on his progress. It started seeming like he was going to make it, except his liver numbers just weren't' quite right.
Then, on January 29, mom called and said that his liver was just not working like it should, and that they were taking him off of everything except for his pain medicine because we didn't want him to suffer through the disease any more. I was ready to come home, but she said that since he had such a good heart it might take a while, so I was to just stay at school and wait. I talked to everyone, went to my amazing cousin's house to start calming down, and started thinking about how I knew that at least it meant he wouldn't be suffering any more.
At about midnight, my mom called and told me that he had died, and that at least he had gone quickly so that he wasn't suffering any more. I made arrangements to meet my sister in Pittsburgh and fly home with her so that it would be just one trip to the airport for my mom.
It's been hard since then...sometimes I find myself just missing him and not knowing what to do, and other times, I find myself knowing that what I'm doing has something directly correlating to him and that he's still with me because without him I wouldn't have the knowledge necessary to do what I'm doing.
This is where I will end for now, it's not easy writing about this, but I knew I had to at some point. This is Randy. This is my brother. This is one of the most influential people in my life. He always has been, and he always will be.
I'm BAAAACK!
I'm back from Hawaii! WOO HOO! I had such an awesome time with my sister...we biked down Haleakela (the volcano on Maui), snorkeled, sailed, went to a luau, surfed, and kayaked. It was absolutely amazing, the beauty of the sunrises and sunsets, spending time with my sister, taking time to just think and relax, all of it was great, but I'm definately ready to go on my next adventure and start orientation for work on Friday. Granted, I hate orientation because it's the same EVERY SINGLE YEAR, but orientation means that I get to start working again, and seeing my friends every day at work. YAY!
Maybe I'll get back to exercising too...
Maybe I'll get back to exercising too...
Monday, June 05, 2006
No posting for a while...
As a warning, I will not be posting for a week and a half or so, as I will be in Maui. Rough life, I know. Know though, that while I'm keeping a written log in Hawaii, I will be missing my 3 faithful readers and be looking forward to coming back to share with you the joys of Hawaii.
Saturday, June 03, 2006
It's hot and windy...
I decided to begin moving again today, and when I looked outside I realized that there was a fierce wind, and for rollerblading, that's not so good. I realized that the direction it was blowing was going to make for a difficult roll in rather than out, and I don't like that so much. After postulating for a while, I finally decided that since the ABC house was at almost the opposite end that I usually begin at, I would start there, roll the 1.5 miles to the end with the wind to my back, then go the 4.5 miles with the headwind, and then finish up with the 3 mile tail wind. It was really really hard. At least I made the decision to not have the headwind the whole way back in. Oh, and it doesn't help that I decied to go at 11.
As I was going, I said to another blader "the wind going this way is ridiculuous" and she said "oh, great." When I passed her again, going the opposite way, she said "I'm glad I listened to you, this is crazy wind."
Also, while stopped at a cross road, some idiot decided it would be fun to honk at me, and honked right as the horn was passing my ear. I still haven't recovered from the hearing loss.
Stats for the day:
Exercise: Rollerblading
Distance: 9 miles
Time: 10:37 pm, about 70 minutes
Temperature: 86 degrees
Humidity: 45%
Visibility: 10 miles
Wind: from the SW at 11 mph
Pressure: 29.93 and falling
As I was going, I said to another blader "the wind going this way is ridiculuous" and she said "oh, great." When I passed her again, going the opposite way, she said "I'm glad I listened to you, this is crazy wind."
Also, while stopped at a cross road, some idiot decided it would be fun to honk at me, and honked right as the horn was passing my ear. I still haven't recovered from the hearing loss.
Stats for the day:
Exercise: Rollerblading
Distance: 9 miles
Time: 10:37 pm, about 70 minutes
Temperature: 86 degrees
Humidity: 45%
Visibility: 10 miles
Wind: from the SW at 11 mph
Pressure: 29.93 and falling
No exercise to report...
So, I haven't really been out much because my grandma got sick and I've had to do stuff with that. Tuesday I took her to the doctor and they wanted to admit her to the hospital, but she refused. Wednesday morning she called and said that since she wasnt' feeling any better she wanted to go to the ER, so we went with her and spent the WHOLE day there. Thursday she finally made it into a room, and I spent most of the day there. She is doing much better and should be discharged today. My excuse for yesterday is that I'm sick with a sore throat and didn't have the energy to go get my antibiotic, let alone go out and physically exert myself. Maybe today or tomorrow...
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