ain't no poet, I
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
thunder and lightning galore
wet shoes are no fun
Yeah, that's all I've got for poetry.
Hit the library today and grabbed some books to read. "I love you Beth Cooper" was one, partly because the title sounded like something that I thought they made a movie out of a while back, and because 5 lines into the book, 4 people may have died, and I was laughing out loud. Turns out it is a movie, as per the google. Given the 14% rating for the movie on Rotten Tomatoes, here's hoping the book is a lot better than what people thought of the movie. The other book was from the guy who went undercover into the mafia as Donnie Brasco, a tale that I knew did get made into a movie, since, well, I've seen the flick.
Caught a massive downpour on the way back from the library, en route to the gym, and was fortunate to watch where I stepped on the way out of my car. The spot where I'd normally step to get out of the car was a spot a new river had chosen to flow. Fortunately, that particular temporary body of water was a narrow affair, affording me plenty of room to step safely around it. I went into the gym with a thought that I'd run a bit, since it had been a week since I'd wogged. It didn't happen, as I ended up playing pickleball for a couple of hours, and tweaked a knee near the end of that time. Bit annoying how very inconsistent I am, but then again, having played all of 6 times, perhaps I should give myself a bit of time?
Now, when I say I haven't wogged at all in a week, that's technically true, but yesterday, I did manage to run a half mile at a stretch, and I did it in 4:46, a very surprising figure. Of course, it took me about ten minutes to fully catch my breath thereafter. That said, I think I could have pulled off another couple of laps (another 1/3rd mile) at or near that clip. Tonight, I saw an ad on line for a local 5k, and I actually considered it for a few seconds. Not anywhere near there yet, but...
On the way out of the gym, I went back to where I'd parked. Though it was pretty raining at a decent clip, the the river had abated somewhat. Unfortunately, my driver's side door has a busted lock, such that in order to open it when it is locked, I need to go to the passenger side door, unlock that, reach over and unlock my driver's side door, and then wander back to the driver's side to open the door. Guess where that river led? Not only did it flow exactly where you're thinking, it had formed a lake on the passenger side of my vehicle. Let's just say this wasn't a narrow, easily fordable lake. A couple steps in, a couple steps out, and the result was a soaked sneaker. But just one; the left shoe, no more than inches away the whole time, miraculously remained dry.
Hoping that sucker dries by tomorrow, as I think I owe myself a few laps.