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What a Difference 30 Minutes Makes
2006-08-28, 9:37 p.m.

Day 736 What a Difference 30 Minutes Makes

Yeah, no update from home over the weekend. Big surprise.

Y is closed for yearly maintenance chores. I actually slept in this morning – all the way to 7am. Wow.

So-so workout Saturday morning. Usual aerobics instructor was taking her daughter to college, so the student instructor she’s been mentoring (Teresa) did the whole class. She did a really nice job, especially considering the most she’s done before is 10 minute chunks at the beginning or ends of classes. Made sure I stopped after class and told her I thought she did a good job too. She didn’t beat us up aerobically like the regular instructor (Amy) can, but she sure gives the abs a good beating during the cool down. She beat the crap out of our hip flexors too with these side leg lift things. Ouch! Noticed that the guys in the class (both of us) seemed to have more trouble with these than the ladies. Hmmmm.

Ran Zach to Syracuse Saturday afternoon. His dorm set up is pretty nice. He has a 2 bedroom apartment, set up on 2 floors. Front door opens to a small entry area with a closet big (and long) enough for 2 bikes. Small kitchen, complete with fridge & stove. Bar/counter in kitchen opens to the living/dining area. Bar stools for eating at the counter along with a small kitchen table set in what I guess is the official dining area. Living room has a couch (industrial, rather firm) and a huge set of shelves on one wall and a few occasional chairs. Sliding door at the far end opens to a tiny patio and a commons green space.

Upstairs are two bedrooms, complete with bed/dresser/desk and a nice sized closet and the bathroom. Don’t recall if it had a full sized tub or just a shower. Makes little difference. Dorms are set up with campus internet and basic cable service.

Made the requisite trip to the store to get everything that wasn’t packed. Turned out to be a considerable pile that included toilet paper, laundry detergent & toothpaste. You’d think that after 4 years of doing this he’d remember that stuff. Picked up some munchies too, but Zach got himself the 14 meal dining hall plan, so he won’t need to eat much in the dorms.

His roommate is seems to be a decent kid. From New Hampshire. Senior Electrical Engineering student. Laid back kinda guy, hockey fan too. Think they’ll get along just fine.

Sunday was a real sleeper day. Weather here was kinda blah all day. Light, misty rain, never came down real hard. Just kept things wet enough that there was no outside work to be done for most of the day. Puttered around doing some inside chores.

Late afternoon I made a grocery run, came home and made salad for dinner. With the salad done, I had an hour till dinner was ready, so I mounted up my trusty steed and took a little bike ride. Instead of heading west, away from the city, I went east, right to the city line. Hopped on the canal path there and followed it for a brief stint along the edge of the airport/city boundaries. Swung back to regular roads and completed the loop around the airport. Only did an 8 mile trip total, but I didn’t want to push it too far because dinner was to be ready soon. I liked the canal path part of the trip. Paved, no traffic, wooded, not hilly, but not flat either. Best part – no stop lights.

Surprise of the trip? When I left the house, Cindy was sober & drinking water. At least I thought she was drinking water, maybe I missed when she started. It’s possible she started on the juice while I went to the grocery store. Anyhow. Got home 30 minutes or so before dinner, enough time to cool down & dry off. When I got home, I noticed her usual jug o’juice, already only ¼ full. All the typical signs & symptoms were there, appearing in what I thought was only the 30 minutes that had elapsed while I was out riding.

Worst part was that she was being antagonistic, picking at everything, just aching for a fight or argument. Didn’t give her the satisfaction though, in spite of the urge to just stand up and ram it all down her throat. Rubs me the wrong way, just sitting there and putting up with it. Unfortunately there’s little point in arguing because she isn’t hearing anything that anyone else says when she’s “that way”.

I’m still surprised at the speed and magnitude of the change Sunday. One minute I’m talking about the timing of dinner with a sober, sane person, 30 minutes later I’m under attack for letting a piece of lettuce fall out of my salad bowl.

Reflecting on it a bit, maybe she’s picking on any least deficiency she can spot in me to compensate for all the deficiencies she sees in herself. A case where she looks better by making me seem worse? Sucks no matter how you slice it.

Only 9pm and I’m bushed. Long day at work today – not much went right. Finished on a positive note, but still looking at the same problem tomorrow morning. Hate that. Oh well, beats unemployment.

Ought to get this posted, then think about getting in a solid weight session tomorrow morning. Wonder how long it’ll take??

Updated stats:

Weight start: 206.5 on 1/1/06 (265.0 on 1/15/05)
Current weight: 185.0 on 8/21/06
Next weigh in: 9/5/06

New target ?? Time to re-load.

The Keep on Truckin goal: (idea stolen shamelessly from Marn’s Big Adventure)
Miles at speed 8/25/06: 688.36
Miles with cool down: 756.97
Target for 2006: 1000 miles
Plus 68+ miles biking so far.



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