This was one of those days when I so did not want to get out of bed in the morning. I think part of it was that I got up really early yesterday to do the 5:30 spin class, and then didn't go to bed until 10:30 last night(despite being a total crabass from about 8:00 on). I set my alarm for 6:15 this morning so that I could bike to work, but knew the second I opened my eyes that it just was not going to happen. I drove my car to work....as it turns out, for the last time!
No, I didn't get fired. I'm getting a new car. :) I had a message waiting for me at work today that said it was ready for pickup. Rob is taking over my car, and we're selling his car to his mom.
I never thought I would be this excited about a minivan, but I totally am. I've owned nothing but small cars my whole life, and I'm really looking forward to the cargo space. Noah's looking forward to the DVD player. Both will be very nice to have when we drive to Austin in 2 weeks--I'm so glad that we'll be able to store the bikes in the car overnight, rather than having to haul them into the hotel room.
In other news, my life's looking pretty busy the next few weeks. There's Boston next week, Austin the last weekend in June (and despite buying markers and stickers and whatnot, I still am no closer to a suitable assault race route than I was a few weeks ago--time to get crackin' on that), Wisconsin the week after that, the Katy century two weeks later, and another business trip the week after that. Add in a new work project starting up sometime in the next month, the training/commuting needed to make sure I survive the century, keeping up the club ride (which no one showed up for last week, alas...though I try to tell myself that it was more coincidence than a direct result of getting lost last time), doctor appointments, and all the other crap that always needs to be done, posting may be lighter than usual. Fridays may be just about it for a while, until life dies down.
On the weight front, I'm the same as last week--194.5. I'm starting to get a little concerned about that...I'm not dieting, per se, but I'm not eating myself out of house and home, either. You'd think that with upwards of 6 hours of exercise per week, I could do better than a maintain. Sigh.
Posted by Joy at June 8, 2006 02:11 PM