Thus far... I don't foresee a lot of rollerblading in my future. I had no idea it would hurt in the way that it hurt. No, I didn't fall. Not yet anyway. But my ANKLES!!!! Owie. Owie. Owie.
I thought I was so much stronger than that. Although, I've been assured by a few co-workers today that it's very little to do with the strength of my ankles and much more to do with my skates not being tied tightly enough. I'm hoping that's the case, 'cause I have a feeling I'm going to be discouraged very early-on if it hurts this much every time.
At any rate, I got to talk to a cute guy last night because of my "baby deer taking it's first steps" rollerblading technique. We were on the bicycle path on Eglinton and Ted and Tammy went another block further than I did. (I had visions of walking two blocks home in my sock feet.) But while I was working my way back home, this guy comes skating up the path on his roller blades looking like a pro, and I just spoke out loud "You make that look so easy.", and he wrenched off his headphones to say "What?".... and I was embarrassed that he heard me and that I had interrupted him with something stupid, so I just apologized and said "It's ok. I didn't say anything important." Evidently he was curious, 'cause he skated back to me and said "sorry I didn't hear you." And I just filled him in, and he asked me if it was my first pair of blades and told me about the "bending the knees" thing, and said, "don't worry, you'll get it". Nice guy. Of course by this time I was all sweaty and just standing there like a boob, wishing I'd kept my mouth shut. But oh well. Sometimes strangers surprise you with kindness.... even cute strangers.
Ted and I are going to try again tonight pending the predicted crazy thunderstorms have passed by then. Also on the agenda: Chinese food, and "Lord of the Rings: the Two Towers" (that directors special extended edition thing). We watched the first one a month or so ago, and just want to work our way through the trilogy again. We've only watched the extended versions once each since we bought them, and they're such amazing movies (even though they're as long as a root canal - but infinitely more enjoyable of course).
Lots of family stuff going on with Ted lately. The other night his dad called to tell us he's been diagnosed with colon cancer and is about to start treatment. The good news is that they've caught it quite early and the prognosis is good for a complete recovery. Ted's decided to follow his dad's optimism about the whole situation, and try not to worry too much. He's a reasonably healthy man. Maybe I'll just do the worrying for Ted. I sometimes can't help myself. (Ok, I can NEVER help but worry.) Colon cancer is scary though. My mom's husband Jan was diagnosed with it about a year ago and he's undergoing treatment, but it's progressed beyond what they can stop, so his outlook isn't quite so positive. When last I spoke to my mom, he was feeling pretty good, all things considered though.
Ted's also making the trek to Belleville tomorrow for his grandmother's 90th birthday. He and Mel are going, and meeting their dad there. I would've liked to have gone since I lived in Belleville for 2 years and I'm always up for revisiting old haunts, but it's better that I stay home with the dogs so they can take their time - not to mention - we can avoid all the inevitable "this is Ted's friend John" b.s. that comes with extended family gatherings. In stead Ted will just have to endure "are you married yet?" from whomever he hasn't seen in however many years it's been.
I'll likely just be boring and do housework and add music to my iPod.
On that note... have a good weekend peeps. These are the lyrics to one of my favourite Lenny Kravitz songs.
"Sistamamalover" by Lenny Kravitz.
I've gone from talkin' to walkin'
You touch me deep down inside
Oh can't you see that I'm fallin'
And I can no longer hide
You are my everything
my sistamamalover
You give me everything
I have no need to borrow
And when I think of you
You take away my sorrow
I'll always love you baby
Like there's no tomorrow
When I get up in the morning
I feel like I'm so alive
With you it never gets boring
'Cause you always get me high
High
You are my everything
my sistamamalover
You give me everything
I have no need to borrow
And when I think of you
You take away my sorrow
I'll always love you baby
Like there's no tomorrow
I'll never go with another
'Cause baby you are so fly
Don't have to live undercover
Because I don't have to lie
I don't have to lie baby
You are my everything
my sistamamalover
You give me everything
I have no need to borrow
And when I think of you
You take away my sorrow
I'll always love you baby
Like there's no tomorrow
Showing posts with label fat people don't rollerblade. Show all posts
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Friday, May 25, 2007
Thursday, May 24, 2007
Gravity Please Be Kind
'Going rollerblading for the first time ever tonight. I fear for my bones. But I do have knee, elbow and wrist pads for protection. Truthfully, I'm dreading it a little. Fat people aren't meant to donne roller blades or any other "attractive person" sporting attire. That's why you only see attractive/fit people in rollerblades. The fat people have all fallen down and broken body parts and egos on hard surfaces and looks of disgust from strangers.
Alas, even though I resisted... I have my own rollerblades. And they will either be used because I discover a miraculous love of finally knowing what it's like to be the fridge that has sat in one spot for 10 years before someone has the smarts to install coasters, or... put aside like so many other sporting goods because I'm embarrassed of how I look or simply don't enjoy the exercise. The latter of course, being the more likely outcome... makes me feel like a failure before I even begin. In this life's many arenas, my lack of ambition and motivation are surpassed by nothing, and I'm aware of this, yet I do so very little to change any of it. Needless to say, Ted is a good influence on me, and I a bad influence on him when it comes to physical activity. Let the record state though... that I did not want roller blades. I wanted to rid the house of junk food in stead. I write this now because I fear there will be no more blog entries until I've mastered the art of typing on a keyboard using only a chopstick and my teeth. Did I mention how "not" physically inclined I am? Ahh well. Open mind. Perhaps I can find some way to use the rollerblades for "slothful evil", instead of "healthy good" and trick myself into burning calories. The catch is: that I like walking, so giving me wheels so I can move faster and expend more energy is a hard sell on a body cast that will also, undoubtedly make me look fat.
(that's a joke, for anyone who's worried.)
I don't really have a song in my head today other than the theme music from WKRP in Cincinnati, which although catchy after not hearing it for 15 years or so, must be removed post-haste before it's toxic 70's melody forces me to climb the water tower with a high-powered rifle again (mustn't do that anymore). The juke box in my mind can be full of randomly switching ditties at any given time, but sometimes it gets stuck in an annoying feedback loop (usually while I'm trying to sleep). I can't really think of an instance when it isn't a bad thing to have the same song repeating over and over again in your head. But I do enjoy planting songs in Ted's head. hee hee That's one of our "couplisms". All it takes is a few bars of something familiar; the more annoying the better (hah) to pass along a song that will remain for hours. The only remedy: turn on the stereo and get a new tune goin'. And hope you forget the planted song before you venture away from a source of music.
I just asked my iPod for a good song. It's first offering was "Dude Looks Like a Lady" by Aerosmith. What a sense of humour it has.
Here's a good one... "Get Up" by Amel Larrieux from her first CD "Infinite Possibilities". Such a good album. Neo-soul, jazz-infused and a singing style that makes every note seem effortless.
"Get Up"
6 am
Getting out of bed again
Can't get back in
Cuz sleep ain't gonna pay the rent
Day to day
They got you working like a slave
Takin' credit for the work you gave
And stealing your raise
But I
[Chorus:]
I know you're down
When you gon get up
I see you're down
When you gon get up
I know you're down
When you gon get up
I see you're down
When you gon get up
People try
To pull the wool over your eyes
Don't know why
They want to profit from your demise
They lie
To cover up how weak they are inside,
Oh Baby,
Baby don't you cry
All you got's your pride
So I
[Chorus]
Alas, even though I resisted... I have my own rollerblades. And they will either be used because I discover a miraculous love of finally knowing what it's like to be the fridge that has sat in one spot for 10 years before someone has the smarts to install coasters, or... put aside like so many other sporting goods because I'm embarrassed of how I look or simply don't enjoy the exercise. The latter of course, being the more likely outcome... makes me feel like a failure before I even begin. In this life's many arenas, my lack of ambition and motivation are surpassed by nothing, and I'm aware of this, yet I do so very little to change any of it. Needless to say, Ted is a good influence on me, and I a bad influence on him when it comes to physical activity. Let the record state though... that I did not want roller blades. I wanted to rid the house of junk food in stead. I write this now because I fear there will be no more blog entries until I've mastered the art of typing on a keyboard using only a chopstick and my teeth. Did I mention how "not" physically inclined I am? Ahh well. Open mind. Perhaps I can find some way to use the rollerblades for "slothful evil", instead of "healthy good" and trick myself into burning calories. The catch is: that I like walking, so giving me wheels so I can move faster and expend more energy is a hard sell on a body cast that will also, undoubtedly make me look fat.
(that's a joke, for anyone who's worried.)
I don't really have a song in my head today other than the theme music from WKRP in Cincinnati, which although catchy after not hearing it for 15 years or so, must be removed post-haste before it's toxic 70's melody forces me to climb the water tower with a high-powered rifle again (mustn't do that anymore). The juke box in my mind can be full of randomly switching ditties at any given time, but sometimes it gets stuck in an annoying feedback loop (usually while I'm trying to sleep). I can't really think of an instance when it isn't a bad thing to have the same song repeating over and over again in your head. But I do enjoy planting songs in Ted's head. hee hee That's one of our "couplisms". All it takes is a few bars of something familiar; the more annoying the better (hah) to pass along a song that will remain for hours. The only remedy: turn on the stereo and get a new tune goin'. And hope you forget the planted song before you venture away from a source of music.
I just asked my iPod for a good song. It's first offering was "Dude Looks Like a Lady" by Aerosmith. What a sense of humour it has.
Here's a good one... "Get Up" by Amel Larrieux from her first CD "Infinite Possibilities". Such a good album. Neo-soul, jazz-infused and a singing style that makes every note seem effortless.
"Get Up"
6 am
Getting out of bed again
Can't get back in
Cuz sleep ain't gonna pay the rent
Day to day
They got you working like a slave
Takin' credit for the work you gave
And stealing your raise
But I
[Chorus:]
I know you're down
When you gon get up
I see you're down
When you gon get up
I know you're down
When you gon get up
I see you're down
When you gon get up
People try
To pull the wool over your eyes
Don't know why
They want to profit from your demise
They lie
To cover up how weak they are inside,
Oh Baby,
Baby don't you cry
All you got's your pride
So I
[Chorus]
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