Tuesday, July 03, 2012
Or, an entirely different theory of relativity. You know how I mentioned being okay with losing in June about half the weight I put on in May? Today, a different interpretation struck me, that in the past 4 months, I've managed to shed just a single pound (called the official July 1 weight as 189), and that was less pleasing that the previous way of looking at it.
Just an observation, nothing more.
Played frisbee today, or Monday, anyway, filling in for my former team, who were missing people due to holiday and work travel. I figured on giving my leg a go tomorrow, so moved that test up a day. For the most part, it held up, save for one point where I slipped while making a catch (wasn't wearing cleats today, a deliberate decision), and the body's natural balance mechanisms tried to keep me upright by stressing the injured leg. Yep...pratfall! Other than the sudden, sharp, and fortunately momentary pain, I was rather amused as I went down.
Enjoyed myself out there despite the 95 degree temps at game time - the team I was filling in for plays on a less competitive level than my primary team, and with the heat as it was, I wasn't the only person shuffling around the field slowly. In addition, the easier competition also meant that I was effective with throws that wouldn't have had a chance in my usual league. So I made my way slowly around the field, throwing a few scores, catching one myself, and helping my old compadres to their first victory of the season! That was fun. As was the trip to the bar afterwards, even if it only consisted of me, a former co-worker I never got to know when I worked there, and his fiancee, who I'd met for only the second time that day. The brilliant thing was how NOT awkward it was, it was as if we'd done this often.
Made me wonder, ever so briefly, if I made a bad decision in picking the team that I did. On this lower level, I could contribute, even if playing hurt, whereas on the higher level, besides the games I couldn't play in due to injury, I've sat out more than the usual share of point in other games, thinking that I'd be a detriment to the team for my (even more than usual) lack of mobility.
That moment didn't last long, after all, the point was to play with a couple of friends, and meet a few new people, and that goal is being delightfully accomplished (did I mention the bringer of the West Wing is bringing me season 3 tomorrow?!).
Anyway, there's another game today (seeing as how it's 3:30 AM...as an aside, why am I wide awake?), in similarly warm (98 for a high) conditions, with the regular team. We'll also be missing some people from a vacation perspective, so I'm hoping I can contribute, and actually finish out the game. It'd be nice to taste victory there, too, as it's been a couple of weeks since this team has ended up on the right side of the ledger.
Sunday, July 01, 2012
The initial goal was to get down to 180 lbs, and at the end of April, it was within reach, 5 lbs away. May was rough, a +7 pound month, with some known and somewhat expected causes. June for the most part was positive, about 4 lbs down, leaving me at around 188 at the end of the month. Of course, I spent the last day of the month celebrating a friend's birthday, lazing around a pool all day, with much beer, and yummy food, so I may have to reassess the month's final number.
In other ways, it's been less positive, what with the calf/achilles injury proving to be re-occurring. I did make it through one game in which I was able to play without hurting myself, and thought I was over the injury, but the next game, it was a case of same crap, different week, and once again, I missed a game, and will probably miss both of next week's contests. Unfortunately, I haven't replaced that lost exercise with trips to the gym. On the plus side, though I have gone out to cheer my team on, I haven't accompanied them to the bar afterwards.
Other aspects of the life thing are still in stasis, still unemployed, and feeling more stress about it. Being a bum had its charm for a few weeks, but that's long gone. Need to find new lodging for after the end of the month, and I must say, it would be nice to have a clue of what and where I might work, prior to making that call, but that doesn't look like it'll happen. I'm usually not the spontaneous type when it comes to moving or life changes, etc, but this time, I think it might come down to that. A little fear of the unknown creeping in, I guess. Let's see how that affects the health/weight.
One thing that won't help - a post midnight trip to a grocery store that stays open 24 hours. I usually make it a rule to not do that, but I needed a couple of things to take to the birthday thing Saturday, and I was out by the store visiting friends late Friday night, and....it was convenient, and it was a mistake. The usual thing occurred - clock struck 12, and will power went to bed, even if the body hadn't, and not only did I spend 20 bucks more than intended, that was all in the form of less than optimally healthy food, by which I mean to say junk-ish items. Will have to be careful there.
Saturday, June 23, 2012
Went to a local concert last night, in lieu of going to Chicago to see a rarely touring (the US, anyway) band that I like, for lack of funds. Oh well, whatchugunnado? For the first time in forever, though, I got to the venue and realized that I didn't have any earplugs with me - the guy I went to the show with volunteered to drive, and I failed to grab the earplugs out of my car before we left.
Now, I'm kinda deaf-ish from too many concerts early on (you know, when I was young and stupid?) without earplugs, and I was somewhat concerned about it when we got to the venue, but I got talked out of wandering to a store right away. One song into the first band, my ears were annoyed, so I went for a walk.
The nearby convenience store didn't have any ear plugs, so off to Walgreens I went. And since the other guy drove, I walked the few blocks. Not unusual by any means, it's just that I didn't intend this particular exercise, and it happened just because I got a bug up my butt about my ears.
Of course, by the time I got to Walgreen's, I remembered that a place called Ian's, one of those campus pizza joints that feature all sorts of different pizza slices, was a block away, and that I was hungry, having gone with an Asian pear and three slices of bacon for dinner (got busy and forgot to eat before heading out, not as part of any bacon-based diet). So I went and undid any walking good by pizza deliciousness. I went with the philly cheese steak pizza (topped with onions, green peppers, steak), eschewing the pesto portobello that I usually favor, and the buffalo chicken pizza that looked tempting too. This time around, they didn't have any mac and cheese pizza out, but the steak and fries slice also required a moment's consideration.
Anyway, eventually, I went back to the venue (a bar called the Regent Street Retreat), apparently having missed that first band giving away free puppies, and introducing a stage slave. What I heard in the first song and a half before I left wasn't particularly interesting, but my buddy insists they were a very amusing band.
The last two bands were solidly entertaining. I mean, who can't get behind having a fire breathing dragon on stage (as in the case of Dethlehem), or a band with a singer who goes around killing fans every show, as does Lords of the Trident's vocalist? The latter is a band I've seen plenty of times, as they're local, and it's always a good time. Ty, the singer, has plenty of toys on stage, and he sets fire to a few of them every show. I couldn't find a decent vid showing off this aspect of their act, so I just picked my favorite of their tunes as taken from their CD release show dvd.
Crappy audio on this one, but if you forward to the 3:20 mark, you get to see the title of the song, "Chains on Fire" taken literally (more or less)
Sunday, June 17, 2012
The title isn't to be taken seriously, it's a line from "The Cardinal and I", from the new, self-titled echolyn album. And though I claim Rush to be my favorite band, and their new disc is pretty sweet, this one takes the cake and the cookies, and the crumbs, too.
a snippet of the song can be found here:
Obviously, I'm pretty music oriented, though what I'm listening to isn't often heard on any terrestrial radio station. It's the bane of being a progressive rock and metal fan, I suppose. But that music-ness also makes me look at some of you folks, specifically your user names, in certain ways.
Like Seasons_Change, depending on the mood, I'm either thinking the obvious, Expose's song of that name, or if in a heavier (metal mood), I go with Dream Theater's A Change of Seasons.
Dream Theater: www.youtube.com/watch?v=jgKHimdfNrY
Adventure Seeker, I see that name, and Queen's "I want it all" rushes to mind
Forbande makes me want to curse in Danish, but only because I'm under the impression that's what it means in that language! I swear...I mean, I promise! Musically, though, I think sarabande, and that sets me off to the baroque era, think Bach's cello suites. Though I used to play the violin when I was younger, sadly, I identify those pieces with the style only because I recall them as having sarabande sections, not because I'd recognize one if it bit me in the ass. Wish I recalled any of the music theory I picked up as a teenager.
Blue42Down reminds me of a crappy Christian metalcore band named Hasten the Day, who had a song called blue 42. Looking it up on youtube, apparently the band's name was Haste the Day, and the song itself isn't as bad as I recall the band being in general.
And then there's giantmicrobe, whose name doesn't lend itself to anything directly in my head, but somehow manages to put me in mind of Johnny Sokko's Flying Robot, probably because of her mega workouts making me think she's a robot sometimes, and the fact that the japanese name of the show translates to Giant Robot.
Anyway, Buckethead, yeah, this guy is rather ridiculous, wears a Michael Myers (Halloween) mask on stage under an upside down bucket (which was once a KFC bucket, but he might have been sued) on his head, as you can see in this clip. Guy has some freaky long spider fingers, and he does some crazy things with a gee-tar.
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
Maybe it's a function of getting old, but I usually manage to hurt my leg(s) once or twice a summer, playing ultimate and/or softball. One of the recurring issues is a calf pull, usually occurring towards the middle of the summer league ultimate season, and then hampering the rest of the season as I keep trying to play before it's really rested.
This time, third game, the second point I was out there for, aaaaaand TIMEOUT...INJURY TIMEOUT. Initially, a worse pull than usual, or so it felt. Instead of stretching it and trying to play another point at some point later in the game, I took my cleats off 5 minutes later.
In a way, I'm glad we got thrashed last night, as my presence or absence wouldn't have made a difference. Ok, maybe this team would have done better than repeating the 13-1 final score that the same team beat them by last summer. After all, the one point I played, we scored. In fact, we had a 1-0 lead, before we forgot to score at any point in the rest of the game. Kind of similar to the last game, where we were ahead 5-3 before the other team rattled off the last 10 points in the contest.
But now, I get to sit on the sideline and cheer my new friends on. And yes, friends I think they shall be. After all, one of them brought me the second season of The West
Wing on DVD after having met me all of twice. How can you not love such people? (I have the first season, and had to leave off watching right when they tried to shoot Bartlett!)
It hurts right now, and it's going to hurt in the morning. Might have to come up with some alternate ways of working up a sweat the next few days, since 2 minutes of running around didn't really do the job. Unless the job was really really pissing me off at my own body's lack of loyalty to the "Try not to hurt yourself this summer" pledge. Then again, I may have forgotten to formally introduce that to the congress between my mind and body. Suppose the body can't be held liable for something that wasn't signed.
Oh well, can I sue my leg?
(and if you're curious, I seem to have pulled the lower part of the calf, gastrocnemius, if I had to guess at its spelling. Either that or the tendons connecting that to whatever lies beneath. How far up the leg does the achilles tendon go, anyway? As indicated, it's something I've done before, and not something any amount of stretching can reliably combat, which is really freaking annoying).
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