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batskeetsThe story of my weekend, now that my brain is actually working again:
Saturday: Torture In Bicycle Form. So, I was theoretically going to ride my bike over to Forest Park for a photoshoot on Saturday. I dutifully mapped out a nice route from my house in Google maps, packed my gear, some homemade energy bars, and 3 extra pairs of shoes into a backpack, and set off at 8am. I figured, hey, I know the route, and I'll have a whole hour to get out there; that should be plenty!
One thing Google maps does not tell you about, however: changes in elevation. I found myself plowing up hills the likes of which would defeat mere mortals. And, of course, I *am* a mere mortal, so after struggling up probably half the bloody thing, I stopped. No cell phone service, either, naturally. I wound up hitchhiking for a ride to the top of the hill. Of course, the top of the hill was not my destination, so I was still fairly lost and bewildered, but I sent the nice lady on her merry way, after she told me that the hills were much gentler from that point on.
Little did I know, I was far, far away from the big park entrance that I was looking for. I never actually even *found* the bloody thing. So, I rode, and rode, until I finally got to a diner, thinking I was 45 minutes late, at that point. I had a cell phone signal there, so I called for help, and learned that they'd moved the shoot back to 11am, but that somebody could come give me a ride on their way out there.
After that, I figured out where I was on the ol' bike map, and I decided to head back down the hill of doom, into town, where my bike and I hopped the MAX and took it to the closest stop I could find to the Park: the Zoo. They called me back on my way there, and said they'd be coming for me in about half an hour, and would call again before they left, so when I got to the Zoo, I parked it in the sun and waited... and waited... for over an hour.
By then, it was 10 minutes past Noon, and I figured that they'd probably started without me, and I was so exhausted that I just took the MAX to my office for a bit, and then went home and crashed out. As I was falling asleep, the phone rings *again* (by then, it was close to 3pm) and it's the photoshoot folks, saying that a bunch of people had cancelled, and that THEY'D gotten lost on the way to the park, so they'd just arrived out there. XD
Needless to say, I didn't want to make them come all the way out to NoPo to pick me up, so designer lady is setting aside the stuff I was going to wear, and we'll make another go of it, this time at a location that we both actually know. :p
Still: that was probably THREE SOLID HOURS of biking, a fair portion of which was spent trying to get up that stupid hill. Cor blimey. x_x
Saturday Night: Movie and Food Coma. After two hours of napping goodness, I woke up (still tired) and decided that I wanted to do *something*, but something that didn't require much effort. I briefly thought about hitting up a show or a pub, but I was still too wiped to deal with people, so I went to the Kennedy School and watched 300. I certainly get why everyone was all fired up about it when it first came out. As for me? I liked it all right.
Afterwards, I'd read a bunch of reviews of various eatieries and pubs, so I decided to stop in at a place that was right on my way home, and I ate the best damned veggie burger I think I've *ever* had. No, it wasn't one of those Morningstar or Boca patties, but a made-from-scratch masterpiece that actually made me wish they *hadn't* put cheese on it. I ate way too much, but it was friggin' delicious, and I pedaled home in happy Food Coma mode, read my book, and conked out sometime after midnight.
Sunday: Lost Again, and Voluntary Torture! Yes, "voluntary torture" means wushu. XD
Anyhoo, David called in the late morning, and asked if I was up for training at the Dangs' house in Vancouver, so he and Ken came to pick me up. Of course, stopping off in NoPo meant that Ken had to take a different route than the one he's familiar with. Soooooo, yeah, got lost. AGAIN. ::rotfl::
We drove on all these weird country roads near Battle Ground, until we finally got to a very, VERY small town called Venersborg. We knew it was called that, because there was a General Store, with the name of the town and a big map on the side. Upon closer inspection, the big map had a list of the 30-some-odd people who lived in the town, with NUMBERS CORRESPONDING TO WHERE THEIR HOUSES ARE LOCATED. XD
Anyhoo, yeah, that was our cue to turn around and go back the way we came, and we eventually figured out where we were supposed to be, and got to the Dang house in tact. We played basketball, and then, I got to do wushu... without 7 year olds in the room! I've missed that a lot, if you couldn't tell.
I had trouble remembering my form modifications--I never really had them nailed down in my brain, honestly--but really, it was a relief just to find out that I could still generally do things all right. My kicks felt pretty clean and fast, and I had some surprisingly mad hops, considering the whole Death-By-Bike experience the day before. We also did plyometrics and v-ups and metric buttloads of pushups, and played *more* basketball, so by tomorrow morning, I'll be feeling pretty much wrecked, physically. But, you know, in that good way! Hur hur hur. ;p
Anyway, here I am, trying to do a few worklike tasks in the wee hours, but I should be off now, so I can take the MAX home and spare my body the torture of biking up any more hills.
Saturday: Torture In Bicycle Form. So, I was theoretically going to ride my bike over to Forest Park for a photoshoot on Saturday. I dutifully mapped out a nice route from my house in Google maps, packed my gear, some homemade energy bars, and 3 extra pairs of shoes into a backpack, and set off at 8am. I figured, hey, I know the route, and I'll have a whole hour to get out there; that should be plenty!
One thing Google maps does not tell you about, however: changes in elevation. I found myself plowing up hills the likes of which would defeat mere mortals. And, of course, I *am* a mere mortal, so after struggling up probably half the bloody thing, I stopped. No cell phone service, either, naturally. I wound up hitchhiking for a ride to the top of the hill. Of course, the top of the hill was not my destination, so I was still fairly lost and bewildered, but I sent the nice lady on her merry way, after she told me that the hills were much gentler from that point on.
Little did I know, I was far, far away from the big park entrance that I was looking for. I never actually even *found* the bloody thing. So, I rode, and rode, until I finally got to a diner, thinking I was 45 minutes late, at that point. I had a cell phone signal there, so I called for help, and learned that they'd moved the shoot back to 11am, but that somebody could come give me a ride on their way out there.
After that, I figured out where I was on the ol' bike map, and I decided to head back down the hill of doom, into town, where my bike and I hopped the MAX and took it to the closest stop I could find to the Park: the Zoo. They called me back on my way there, and said they'd be coming for me in about half an hour, and would call again before they left, so when I got to the Zoo, I parked it in the sun and waited... and waited... for over an hour.
By then, it was 10 minutes past Noon, and I figured that they'd probably started without me, and I was so exhausted that I just took the MAX to my office for a bit, and then went home and crashed out. As I was falling asleep, the phone rings *again* (by then, it was close to 3pm) and it's the photoshoot folks, saying that a bunch of people had cancelled, and that THEY'D gotten lost on the way to the park, so they'd just arrived out there. XD
Needless to say, I didn't want to make them come all the way out to NoPo to pick me up, so designer lady is setting aside the stuff I was going to wear, and we'll make another go of it, this time at a location that we both actually know. :p
Still: that was probably THREE SOLID HOURS of biking, a fair portion of which was spent trying to get up that stupid hill. Cor blimey. x_x
Saturday Night: Movie and Food Coma. After two hours of napping goodness, I woke up (still tired) and decided that I wanted to do *something*, but something that didn't require much effort. I briefly thought about hitting up a show or a pub, but I was still too wiped to deal with people, so I went to the Kennedy School and watched 300. I certainly get why everyone was all fired up about it when it first came out. As for me? I liked it all right.
Afterwards, I'd read a bunch of reviews of various eatieries and pubs, so I decided to stop in at a place that was right on my way home, and I ate the best damned veggie burger I think I've *ever* had. No, it wasn't one of those Morningstar or Boca patties, but a made-from-scratch masterpiece that actually made me wish they *hadn't* put cheese on it. I ate way too much, but it was friggin' delicious, and I pedaled home in happy Food Coma mode, read my book, and conked out sometime after midnight.
Sunday: Lost Again, and Voluntary Torture! Yes, "voluntary torture" means wushu. XD
Anyhoo, David called in the late morning, and asked if I was up for training at the Dangs' house in Vancouver, so he and Ken came to pick me up. Of course, stopping off in NoPo meant that Ken had to take a different route than the one he's familiar with. Soooooo, yeah, got lost. AGAIN. ::rotfl::
We drove on all these weird country roads near Battle Ground, until we finally got to a very, VERY small town called Venersborg. We knew it was called that, because there was a General Store, with the name of the town and a big map on the side. Upon closer inspection, the big map had a list of the 30-some-odd people who lived in the town, with NUMBERS CORRESPONDING TO WHERE THEIR HOUSES ARE LOCATED. XD
Anyhoo, yeah, that was our cue to turn around and go back the way we came, and we eventually figured out where we were supposed to be, and got to the Dang house in tact. We played basketball, and then, I got to do wushu... without 7 year olds in the room! I've missed that a lot, if you couldn't tell.
I had trouble remembering my form modifications--I never really had them nailed down in my brain, honestly--but really, it was a relief just to find out that I could still generally do things all right. My kicks felt pretty clean and fast, and I had some surprisingly mad hops, considering the whole Death-By-Bike experience the day before. We also did plyometrics and v-ups and metric buttloads of pushups, and played *more* basketball, so by tomorrow morning, I'll be feeling pretty much wrecked, physically. But, you know, in that good way! Hur hur hur. ;p
Anyway, here I am, trying to do a few worklike tasks in the wee hours, but I should be off now, so I can take the MAX home and spare my body the torture of biking up any more hills.
