Yeah, day off for "some appointments" is plenty. I actually try not to give my every detail regularly, so when I take off for interviews, it's not as obvious.
In high school we had chairs with the desk top attached on one side in pretty much every class but science labs.
Ugh! That reminds me -- on the way to yoga yesterday, I walked by an adorable bright red wooden chair-with-desk with a free sign on it, and of course it was gone by the time I was on my way home from yoga. Stupid yoga! (Not that I have any place to put a new piece of furniture, but I waaaaanted it.)
I remember those chairs. From school cafeteria, I think.
I cannot believe how often I have to reboot my cable box
Like once a week my cable box forgets who it is and can't load my channel lineup or my favorites. Luckily it hasn't ever lost my DVR'd shows. Rebooting is simple enough, though; unplug, replug, wait 7 minutes. Not like the complicated launching sequence required to reboot my modem and router.
I wish I could figure out what broke. Cause this is LAME.
Have you tried fartleks or interval training?
fartleks
Now that would be a lek worth witnessing.
Have you tried fartleks or interval training?
They make me mad. Seriously, a good portion of what I get from this is uninterrupted laps. It's just when I get to the end, and UHG. When I have to stop, be it for goggle fail or obstacles, I get pissy.
But I think I need to try it. My internal metronome is off or something.
You gotta go fast to get fast!
heh heh
Sara - I hate to be the one who says it, but maybe you are thinking too much about it. Could you NOT time yourself for a couple of nights and just try to zen swim?
- says the woman who is already trying to break down what to do to get my mile time down before my next 5K.
So, okay, sticking with plan 1.2, which is taking my day off, dealing with my shit, and no one needs to know. (1.1 was crafting another lie about needing the morning off, I was gonna go with waiting on the plumber to fix my water heater).
Incidentally, I was leaving 7-11 today and the cop parked next to me as I was backing out was the dude who pulled me over. Awk-ward! Hullo, witness to my embarassment! (I have to say, he was very nice about it all, staying completely impersonal and not casting any judgment and just sticking to the rulebook).
I used to go fast! My best was 2 miles at a 55/50 pace. I used to ring in an average of 57s. And now I'm over a minute. It's stupid. I'm just slow.
