On with the brain farts!
Weak in the knees
After my run last night, I sat down like a good little girl and input the data into my running log. Realizing it was the last day of the month, I looked at my total mileage for July. 97.8 miles. I couldn’t believe it. 2.2 freaking miles away from 100! I almost booked it out of the house then and there to run those miles, but I didn’t and for a very good reason.
For almost two weeks now, my knees have felt a bit weak. It was the major reason behind my decision to change my Wednesday hill session into a regular speed work run on the much more forgiving surface of the park path (well, that and I wanted to avoid a potential trip to the pokey). My knees have actually been improving over the last few days, but I didn’t want to jinx it, hence my sub-100 mileage for July. Eh, no biggy, it’ll happen sooner or later.
Day at the Museum
Thursday was field trip day for me. I took the choo-choo train to
Some of the galleries were closed for renovation, which means I didn’t get to ogle the Isle of Lewis chess pieces again. [Editor’s note: I can’t play the game worth a damn, but I still love it.] Plenty left to see, though so I didn’t complain. Well, at least not overly much.
Cuneiform tablet. (And I thought reading my students' handwriting was difficult.)
As it’s summer, the place was super crowded with tourists which increased the temperature in the building about ten-fold. Previously I’ve discussed my fear of experiencing a spin class dutch oven, but I’m pretty damn sure I endured a museum version yesterday. DAYUM! [Editor's note: Marcy, I hope you don't mind me stealing your exclamation. It's too good not to use.] What the hell have these people been eating? Also, why do Europeans find deodorant unnecessary? I assure you it’s not. I can’t even count the number of times I nearly passed out from catching a strong whiff of someone’s B.O. The olfactory sense is definitely overrated sometimes.
However, one thing I did not like about BodyGlide—the sticker price. I had to lay down 12 GBP for that stick, which amounts to about $24. Holy crapola, people! That is some expensive stuff. It better last me til the next ice age or I’m going to feel ripped off.
Because I’m a giver, I thought I would share these wonderful internet gems with you all.
Courtesy of my friend B, who has to be the world’s greatest carnivore, I present to you the 7 Hamburgers of the Apocalypse. The only one I would even bother with would be #2, but I don’t think I could even make it through a quarter of that thing before blowing chunks. I can’t believe that skinny midget girl was able to eat the whole damn thing. Crickey.
As my iTunes was randomly shuffling the other day, it came upon a classic Heart song ‘All I Wanna Do is Make Love to You’. This is the only song I know of that celebrates the art of spermjacking. [Editor’s note: If there are others, please do correct me.]
It took me a while as a kid to realize exactly what the song was talking about. The lyrics just beg to be mocked and I was all set to do that until I realized someone out there in the blogosphere must have already done this. I was right. Check out Anatomy of a Love Song. You’ll be glad you did.
On that glorious note, let me wish you all a wonderful weekend.
Ci vediamo lunedì. (See you Monday)