My life is beginning to revolve around trips to the gym, where I overexert myself, get to play 14 year old boy with the boxing gear, and come home and systematically ice every part of my body that hurts. The ice keeps running out on me.
It feels so sweet to pummel that punching bag that I'm convinced I might also look good doing it. Close observers will note a maniacal glint in my eyes, and steely eyed focus. I've even noticed my feet are moving a little more fluidly. I bought some hand-wraps for under the gloves, and my hands are not as swollen or as smelly as before. The community boxing gloves do seem to carry an aroma, born of I don't want to know how many varieties of bacteria...
Triviata:
- I will water the plants today
- I have another mouse to hunt down and destroy : (
- I bought a skipping rope, and am left wondering how anyone could be this uncoordinated
- Liked Woody Harrelson's Go Further, but preferred the sword-fighting in House of Flying Daggers (missed Rae Spoon)
- Went with Joan on her birthday to Walk the Line, the Johnny Cash flick, and definitely recommend it to fans and parent types. Learned that major cinemas charge you $9.54 for a large popcorn and water.
- Caught and liked the Fembots
- I still don't really "get" Friendster, but am beginning to use it, sorta
- Finally resolved my msn firewall problem that left me back on Messenger 4.7
- Am still spending time on video and vlogging stuff
- And recommended for Firefox fans: Today's Rocketboom
