well, I'm not at death's door anymore. I'm coughing up occasionally-alarming wads of phlegm, but that's generally a sign that things are improving. Better out than in, after all.
Yeah, probably TMI. Sorry.
I haven't worked out since the ride on Sunday, and I'm almost totally unrepentant about it. Working out while sick is a level of masochism that I do not aspire to. I did read fitness magazines when I was home sick yesterday...that counts, right? :)
In other news, I get on the plane to Wisconsin tomorrow, probably straight from work. This means that a workout tonight is unlikely, since I'll need to pack and possibly buy a dress and a gift. Though I'm probably going to wait on that till I get there, since I don't want to check any baggage. If I had a dress, I'd need a garment bag so it wouldn't get wrinkled, and I'd have to check it. So I'll just buy one when I get there and cram it into the carry-on for the flight home. I can iron more easily at home. (Not that I actually do or anything.)
Speaking of clothes...does anyone know where everyone in my office is buying the super-cute skirts lately? Because those knee-length A-linish skirts would look fabulous on me, but I can't find them anywhere but on other people. I mean, it's not like I've been to the mall lately, but you'd think I'd see them online somewhere. Since the people who are wearing the cute skirts are not people I particularly like (or even know by name), I hate to just walk up and ask, "I know you have no idea who I am, but where did you get your skirt?"
Anyway. My Hometown 20 looks like it's going to be a Hometown 9 or 10, which I guess is better than a Hometown Zero. My lowest weigh-in this week was 174, on Saturday. I've since put on 3 lbs, but I blame that on water retention after the long ride, being sick ("feed a cold", right?), and also on TOM, who made a very belated appearance this morning. I'm going to weigh in officially tomorrow morning, because I won't have access to my scale on Friday, what with it being 1000 miles away. I suppose I could pack it, but then I'd probably need to check a bag.
I'm looking forward to seeing my baby brother, who is...God, nearly two months old now. It'll also be nice to see my dad & Erin, and the grandparents. I hope the weather's going to be nice and autumnal...it'll be a nice break from the 90-degree afternoons around here. I'm also looking forward to the wedding, of course...I like weddings, and I don't go to many of them. This one's a good one, too...they've been together 10 years, so it's a long time coming. :) I'm glad I'll be there in person to wish them well.
In non-trip related news, I've all but decided to forgo the century in October. I'm still going to ride, but I think I'm going to commit to just the 87-mile course. Which, you know...87 miles. Nothing to sneeze at. It's still double the mileage of anything I did in previous years.
I'm also going to take it MUCH EASIER than I did on the metric century this past weekend. On this one, I gave into the temptation to try to keep up from the outset, and the course was so flat that I didn't realize how hard I was riding until it was too late. That last hour of riding was the longest of my life. If I had started out more slowly, say 14-15 mph, the story may have turned out differently. If I need to use a club to beat my ego into submission, I will do so. My goal is going to be to finish, and to not sleep the rest of the day away afterward. Speed is irrelevant...though my obsessive monitoring of it is still a given.
Anyhoo...I don't have much else to say today. I need to go open a new bank account this afternoon, so I'd better get on that. Since I lost both my checkbook and my debit card, the bank guy advised me to close this account and open a new one. God, what a pain in the ass this all is. I think my next wallet will be fitted with a GPS...and maybe an alarm if I wander more than 5 yards away from it at any point. Of course, this still wouldn't prevent me from leaving it on the trunk of the car. But at least I'd know where it eventually flew off. :)
UPDATE: I have to say, getting my bank account transferred and my name changed was, by far, the fastest and smoothest process of this whole ordeal. I was in and out of the bank in 5 minutes, with new account numbers in hand. I heart Wells Fargo.
Posted by Joy at September 14, 2005 12:04 PM