Home, home again. It's good to be here when I can.
Well, that was a brutal three day trip. I logged over 1,000 miles, ate out almost every meal, and had to skip lunch yesterday because of a work emergency. I got home starving and ate about 50 almonds. Ugh, I should have just made myself a little meal.
I broke even in the weight department over the trip. That's a pretty reasonable accomplishment, given the conditions that I was faced with. Longer trips to ND are less taxing on me and I can manage what and where I eat better. Tonight, I'll be back at the gym, eating regular meals and moving forward.
Day 38
Weight: 264.0
Total Lost: 20.5
Hey, now that I look at my spreadsheet, I actually lost 1.2 pounds on that trip and have passed through the 20 pound barrier. w00t!
I will finish August biking to work 17 times this month (out of 23 work days), a new personal record. Considering I was gone the first three days of the month, not too shabby. (My riding to work is weather-driven so this may speak more about the lack of rain/cold than anything else)
I will go into September having riding over 1,450 miles since early March, which will also be a new mileage season record for me. If the weather holds out I'd like to break 2,000 miles before I wrap it up for the year.
Taking the Boy out for sushi on his last day
on earthon the Left Coast. I'm sure that will have no effect whatsoever on my weight. Also, happy birthday, Boy. Interestingly, he asked about obtaining an absentee ballot.*sniff*
They grow up so fast.
On the other hand, he's taking his copy of The Fountainhead [edit: actually, its even worse -- Atlas Shrugged] with him to skool. I told him it was time to put away childish things, but he just laughed.
[more edit: he claims he's only taking it because there is some sort of essay scholarship competition that he wants to shoot for]
He's going to Carleton right? He'll come home with Saul Alinsky's Rules for Radicals.
Tatooed on the inside of his eyelids.
Steal This Website.
Now that your trip to the Motherland is upon you, will you have time to sneak away for a few minutes for a beer sometime this weekend?
I have some hopes, but they are fleeting. Family obligations likely will fill most of the time.
apropos of Atlas Shrugged, at lunch he made some comment that there is a campaign on teh Interwebz to get 13-year old boys to submit homemade trailers to build buzz for Entrails Drugged Part Deux. He was blabbing about John Galt, to which I responded, quietly, "Who?"
#winning
mrsS did not get the joak
#doublewinning
If you see a ridiculously tall lost-looking freshman wandering around the Carleton campus, say hi to my brother.
I had my nuclear stress test this morning, but won't know results until next week. The treadmill was a killer. They wanted to get my heart rate up to 145. I got it up to 156 and held it there for a full minute while they injected radioactive marker into my veins. That's about 90% of my (theoretical) max heart rate. When they say the legs are the first thing to go they aren't joking. My chest felt fine, but the wheels almost gave out on me at the end. I had to do a Jedi mind trick to keep myself going the last half minute or so.
The part of that that sounds the worst is the injection.
Radioactive Marker?
So you could become "Highlighter Man"?
Good Lord, I would have the world's lamest superpower. The Man of Neon Ink...Able to focus attention on a section of text in a single swipe.
I have a series of various cartoons I fax to the wife when she's on work trips. Highlighter Man has legs - mind if I steal that? He could pair up with TimeZone Boy and Sports Watch in some hilarious hijinx whilst fighting evil.
I don't feel you'd need permission, but if you feel you do, you've got it.