You’d think now that we’re living in a bigger city, where there are more things–like businesses and people and pizza delivery guys and mattresses in the road–that it would be easier to get things fixed. Right now we’re in week two of waiting on the treadmill guy waiting for the belt to be able to replace the worn out one on my treadmill and it’s killing me.
I was back up to about four miles a day four or five times a week until two weeks ago. Now, I’m shot after two miles.
Sure, I hear you. I know I could go outside and run, but here’s the thing: I don’t like running outside. For some reason, Nebraska killed me on that notion. I think it’s probably the steady 35 mph winds there every single day. Well, okay, not every single day. There were at least three days I remember in nine-plus years where it was probably under 20 mph. Like 19 mph.
It’s not that way here. I’m just starting to remember that not everywhere is like the wind-infested high plains. Honestly, today was probably 5 mph winds here and it was by far the windiest non-tropical depression/hurricane-related-event day in the last 103 years. I’m not going to take time to look it up, but I’m sure of it.
Even with the “strong” Atlanta winds, I went out and got a couple miles in. We live seven minutes from the Chattahoochee River and there’s a recreation area and trail right there, so I went and tried it out. “Holy big damn hill,” is my only reply. I was almost a mile in before I got to it. Let’s just say I only did about 2.1 miles round trip today.
But the point is I did it. My one buddy in L.A. has lost a small Volkswagen in the past year and between him and another buddy–who may have lost, and then found again, a small riding lawnmower–we send each other our updates of what we did to workout each day. It’s our own private Biggest Loser and it works for us. It’s good to have someone to push you. Otherwise, you end up getting into the things I’m about to post here.
These are some of the things I’d love to jump into right now. Take that how you want. Enjoy.
Ice cream, the way it should be enjoyed
I don’t know what to think of this or where to get, but I might find out
And for those of you who like fair food, there is this nugget from my birthplace. Wisconsin State Fair 2010’s finest deep fried everything.
Six-7 Offsuit 