Yes, the title of this post is abhorrent, but I still think it fits. I don't really have much to say so I am just letting random junk flow out of my brain. Now do you get the title?
I have not been to the gym for about a month. September is traditionally hectic for me and this year was no exception. I think I started off the month with an injury. After my last successful, record breaking run I was not able to walk very well. It was almost as if I bruised my feet. It was literally hard to walk much less run. I tried to keep up with my strength training but the treadmill was out of the question. I got busy doing something, I can't even remember what, and stopped going entirely. I think I missed somewhere between 3-4 weeks.
The week of the Sidewalk Moving Picture Festival came and I got horribly sick. What started as a runny nose on a Saturday became bed rest by Tuesday. I realized by about 3:00 that day that things were not getting better and I hauled myself down to the clinic. I was told that they could not exactly identify what I had and I could get some shots of I wanted. I said yes, took the liquid fire in the ass shots they offered and headed home to sleep it off. By the next morning I was well enough to go to work to prepare for the hellish weekend that was ahead of me. That was September 23rd. I am still trying to get over whatever infection I had.
Without going into too much detail, Sidewalk went quite well and I was pleased with the work I accomplished. I was fighting being sick the whole time and I am still not fully rested but overall I think it was an excellent show. I had a really amazing group of volunteers working with me over the weekend and much of the credit for our success should go to them.
There's no rest for the weary and the next week brought more events. Wednesday and Friday night poker was fun although I made the worst mistake yet in my brief poker career on Friday. I shoved all of my chips into a three handed pot with what I thought was a king high straight. After the river I was preparing to rake the chips when someone, let's call him "The Ref" as he keeps the game going by the book, asked the question "Where's the straight?" Turns out I only had a 4-card straight and was missing the Jack. Oooopppsss. FAIL! My night was done just like that. What was so sad is that I was in a position to win. I absolutely failed to pay attention to what I was doing and it cost me. Instead of going home +$50 I left -$10.00. Pathetic.
Saturday brought a birthday party for Emily. It was a small affair and over quickly. I, over course, had stayed up too late the previous night and found myself falling asleep at lunch with friends. Inexcusable but also unavoidable. The rest of Saturday was a bust with me completely crashing out for most of the afternoon. Sunday was not much better.
To round out the last few weeks I signed Emily up for basketball yesterday. She seems excited and I would love to see her play the game I never really got to play as a kid. I think I played organized basketball once. Not sure why I never played again. I tried out for the team in HS but failed (short, fat, and slow generally does not a good baller make) and have been stuck with pickup games and HORSE ever since. Nothing like living your dreams through your kids right?
So, if you read this far I commend you although I have to question your motivation considering the banality of what I have written. Slow day for ya eh?
I have not been to the gym for about a month. September is traditionally hectic for me and this year was no exception. I think I started off the month with an injury. After my last successful, record breaking run I was not able to walk very well. It was almost as if I bruised my feet. It was literally hard to walk much less run. I tried to keep up with my strength training but the treadmill was out of the question. I got busy doing something, I can't even remember what, and stopped going entirely. I think I missed somewhere between 3-4 weeks.
The week of the Sidewalk Moving Picture Festival came and I got horribly sick. What started as a runny nose on a Saturday became bed rest by Tuesday. I realized by about 3:00 that day that things were not getting better and I hauled myself down to the clinic. I was told that they could not exactly identify what I had and I could get some shots of I wanted. I said yes, took the liquid fire in the ass shots they offered and headed home to sleep it off. By the next morning I was well enough to go to work to prepare for the hellish weekend that was ahead of me. That was September 23rd. I am still trying to get over whatever infection I had.
Without going into too much detail, Sidewalk went quite well and I was pleased with the work I accomplished. I was fighting being sick the whole time and I am still not fully rested but overall I think it was an excellent show. I had a really amazing group of volunteers working with me over the weekend and much of the credit for our success should go to them.
There's no rest for the weary and the next week brought more events. Wednesday and Friday night poker was fun although I made the worst mistake yet in my brief poker career on Friday. I shoved all of my chips into a three handed pot with what I thought was a king high straight. After the river I was preparing to rake the chips when someone, let's call him "The Ref" as he keeps the game going by the book, asked the question "Where's the straight?" Turns out I only had a 4-card straight and was missing the Jack. Oooopppsss. FAIL! My night was done just like that. What was so sad is that I was in a position to win. I absolutely failed to pay attention to what I was doing and it cost me. Instead of going home +$50 I left -$10.00. Pathetic.
Saturday brought a birthday party for Emily. It was a small affair and over quickly. I, over course, had stayed up too late the previous night and found myself falling asleep at lunch with friends. Inexcusable but also unavoidable. The rest of Saturday was a bust with me completely crashing out for most of the afternoon. Sunday was not much better.
To round out the last few weeks I signed Emily up for basketball yesterday. She seems excited and I would love to see her play the game I never really got to play as a kid. I think I played organized basketball once. Not sure why I never played again. I tried out for the team in HS but failed (short, fat, and slow generally does not a good baller make) and have been stuck with pickup games and HORSE ever since. Nothing like living your dreams through your kids right?
So, if you read this far I commend you although I have to question your motivation considering the banality of what I have written. Slow day for ya eh?
I still feel bad about it. I hope you feel better.
LOL. No need to feel bad. I was able to completely dork that hand up all on my own. Glad you made it out!