…beyond nice.

Whenever I talk to my doctor about stuff like, how soon can I start exercising after donating blood or is it okay to do this type of exercise, they always tell me, “Listen to your body.” If I actively listen to my body I would be the world’s laziest tub of lard sitting in front of my TV or computer all the time watching some never-ending anime or Chinese soap. I swear my body purrs with joy and joyness when I’m lounging around watching every episode of Death Note with ice cream!
Just yesterday, on a fine Saturday morning, I figured it was time I get myself back into hiking shape, so I got up, made an omelet and got ready for quick hike up Mt Si. As I was shuffling around the kitchen I noticed my right knee was tweaking a bit, by the time the omelet was cooked I was moving with an all out limp. Have I been cranking up the resistance too high on the elliptical machine? I ignored my knee and got dressed for the hike. As I gathered random gear to prepare for possible snow at the top, I felt a side stitch. Seriously, body, WTF? I know I haven’t been working my abs or my cloits and dloits, and I know I didn’t rupture my appendix while eating brunch, so fuck off you lazy bastard.
I’ve been complaining about how there’s a lull in between backpacking season and snowboarding season, well I’ve decided it’s now boy season. Oh - there are the good bad and the ugly to report on.
Yes, I know…does anyone want to hear a girl drone on and on about boys (especially if the “girl” is a 30 something woman)? I’ve decided on this a while back, I’d rather hear about boys then weight gain in their thighs. Really, have you ever heard a girl that is clearly not on the verge of being slightly obese complain about gaining 2-3 lbs? It’s not a pretty sight and I barely ever have enough will to not punch them in the jaw, so why should I tempt you with such? So…tis the season of the boys.
I’ve also recently made peace with the idea that I’ve become a wino. How does one know when they’ve become a wino? Well, if you somehow end up at the grocery store…and you walk out with 3 bottles of wine and a variety of cheese, and you never intended to share that with anyone else – that could be a sign. I mentioned this to a buddy, and he said, well, it’s not so bad if you slowly drink each bottle over time. I stopped him and said, “No, no, it’s red wine, it’s not right to keep that stuff opened overnight.” Wino.

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