Perhaps that is a bit overdramatic a title… but it does justice to the current state of affairs in these parts. Said affairs will just flow more smoothly in the re-telling if I just do it chronologically, so I am backing up to Thursday night, when I was debating whether to ride my bike to work on Friday. I don’t know why this is, but Fridays are my “ride to work” days. Ergo, I was really annoyed that the weather forecast was being so bipolar: it was going to rain or it wasn’t going to rain, it was going to be windy or it wasn’t going to be windy… I mean, I know I’m indecisive, but the weather isn’t supposed to be that way!
In any event, I woke up Friday morning and checked the weather before heading out on my C25K “run”… supposedly, there were wind gusts of 52 MPH. I’ve ridden in 40+ MPH winds, and it wasn’t fun, so I decided that 50 MPH winds were my cutoff point, and I wouldn’t ride.
Having made this decision, I started second-guessing it during the first half of my “run,” because it did not feel windy at all. Then I got to my turn-around point and … oh. I’m just glad the way home was downhill, because running into that wind and going uphill at the same time would not have been much fun.
Since I wasn’t going to have my bike with me, I decided to stop by the gym on my way to work for some strength training (doctors’ orders, after all), so I was rushing about like a crazy person. But guess what I discovered in the midst of this frenzy?
I got my period back.
It’s a little insane how excited I was to find this out — I don’t think I even felt that way when I was thirteen! I’ve since come to my senses and acknowledged that none of this is really fun at all, just the way I remembered, but still.
By then I was really rushing, which explains why my pancakes burned.
My whey protein expires on January 17, though, so I had to finish it. When I am forced to pay nearly $50 a tub, not a speck of it will go to waste! It is because of this that I discovered something I never thought I would like, but in fact do:
Millet puffs, Fiber One, blackberries, and almond milk mixed with protein powder. My whey powder is unflavored, as is my almond milk, so I have no idea why the addition of one should make the other taste better, but who said everything has to make sense?
Anyway, off to work, which was oh-so-exciting as usual, and during which I learned via Facebook that my cousin got caught in the hail on her bike. Made me glad that I had opted out. Then back home again — where I ate one of the best kabocha squashes I have ever had.
The sticker on this squash actually said “abobora,” and I got all excited because I’ve never had that before, even though it looks just like a kabocha squash. Yeah. Turns out it just means “Japanese pumpkin,” AKA, “kabocha.”
<<insert weekend in which I did nothing but read, eat and sleep>>
Come Saturday night, I decided to try tackling my latest assignment for my photography course. It is giving me an endless amount of grief — I live in a house, not a photo studio, and lighting conditions are less than optimal! I ended up having to ask someone to hold the light for me while I put the camera on self-timer and dashed over to hold up a reflector board. It did turn out in the end, but I will need to re-take them because I used a textured background, which was a mistake. Oh, well. At least I finally found floodlight sockets with clamps. I’ve only been looking for that for two years!
Then, this morning, I opted to brave the elements to try and get some of the outside shots for this assignment. Yes, it was 17° outside, with a -7° windchill, but what better conditions to try out my newly-acquired Bar Mitts?
I realize that this looks ridiculous. However, when it comes to preventing death by frostbite, I don’t really care about such things.
Anyway, as it turns out, once you remove your hands from them to take photos, you’re screwed. By the time I got home, my hands were so cold that I had to sit on them to get any feeling back at all, and they were still throbbing for hours. And after all this, I don’t think I’ll even be able to use the photos I got!
I also think my chain is messed up, unless I did such a great job of lubing it last night that I just can’t hear it when I shift gears. Uh huh.
So, to make a long story short, I am incredibly frustrated with this photo assignment, am thrilled that I finally got my period even though I still can’t run the way I want to, and I am generally grumpy because, well, I always am? Or because I freaking hate winter and I want to move to Aruba and open my own dive shop.
Which brings me to the lowest nadir of all: I should not have been freezing my fat butt off this morning. I should have been running the Bermuda Half Marathon. Instead, I just gave them the money so that I should have the privilege of sitting around and hating myself for not being able to do it.
Life is, indeed, sometimes a beautiful thing.