So. Not only did I start running, but Lala and I got gym memberships when we got back. We learned that Vancouver is not only about civil rights in marriage, and beautiful views, and extremely nice, helpful people, but it’s about FOOD. We ate at every opportunity, and boy, did we find a lot of those. We’d double back around a block in case we could increase our appetite and hit one more sushi restaurant. Just another scone. A little more gelato. I’ve never been so regularly full before in my life. I forgot what feeling hungry felt like, since I never gave myself a chance.
Then when we got home, we joined 24 Hour Fitness. I haven’t belonged to a gym in more than ten years, and things sure have changed in that time. They didn’t make me sign a contract! It’s month-to-month, which makes me feel better about the potential for flake-age (although we won’t flake, no, not us). Also, it’s pretty high-tech, and that’s a nice change, too. When you’re on one of the myriad cardio-machines, you can plug your iPod phone cord into the machine and choose one of the channels playing on one of the TVs hanging in front of you. Dude, the handles on those machines record your heart rate! That was disappointing, actually, because when I was on the elliptical I thought I was going to DIE my heart was going so fast. Then I looked up and saw that I was in the target fitness heart rate for AN EIGHTY-YEAR OLD MAN. This is true.
Running was a little rough yesterday, I must admit. I went to Mills, as I usually do. It was sunny when I drove up, a few clouds in the sky. I leaned out of the car to put on my running shoes. A few drops spattered my knees. I decided I was Hard Core and started running.
Dude. The rain came. The rain fell in torrents. Rivers. Sheets of water. The iPod was psychic, as it sometimes is (I swear Apple is not paying me for this blog). As I started running and turned the iPod on, the Old 97’s Blinding Sheets of Rain started playing. Then Rufus Wainwright sang about being cold, and then Abigail Washburn sang something about being miserable in the weather, and that’s about when I decided to terminate my run and head back to the car. I was slapped red by then, my legs and arms and face scarlet from the sheer speed of the water drops which were as big as VW bugs.
(It was at this point, when I was thinking about my life and how now that the move and the weddings are over, I can finally obsess on something else, I saw a big sign that said this: RESUME WRITING. My brain went Wow! Okay! I hear you! I will! Then I realized it was a class on writing a resume. Ahem.)
But still, technology and iPods rock. As do big anonymous gyms. (Also, the iPod now makes gyms okay to spend time in. I don’t have to talk to anyone, I don’t have to make eye-contact, and I don’t have to listen to their tunes. Nice.)
So today, no pics because darlin’ Ryan’ has taken care of them for me. Go see her. Yay!
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