What an amazing weekend. Well actually, what an amazing Sunday. Sometimes everything just makes sense—falls in to place and settles down hours later with a sigh of relief. My legs and my sides are screaming at me, joyously but still screaming. I am aware of their existence more so today than any other day. We went on a long bike ride yesterday. We rode to Manhattan by way of the 59th (Queensboro) Bridge. We continued on into Central Park, stopping for pictures and gulps of water (only) along the way. Central Park is like finding a 20 dollar bill in the pocket of your old jeans (you never wear anymore). It’s right there, I have walked through it a thousand times. I have sat and watched the dogs. I have even played Frogger trying to cross the bike/rollerblade/horse trail. But up until yesterday, I hadn’t realized just how exciting, long and beautiful it really is. And I thank myself for the work out. My body thanks myself. And not a drop of any booze either, early nights, early mornings. It’s good to feel this way. Why hadn’t I started sooner?
And if the weekend hadn’t been so fulfilling, I would be spitting on my monitor over the 1 and a half hour commute I had this morning. Alas, such is life. I will not complain. (Rise above it, you big bitch).
I’ll post my pictures in a few.
yeah! what about another game, I’m bored as hell at the office here. :-)
you can play ‘Hoken in the Koken’
I laid on the couch all weekend. I suck.
right on, sista!…
laying on the couch sounds like a good game to me.
toby speaks dutch dialect. heehee
Considering I have been doing that for 27 years and, in more recent times, doing so drunk, I must slap myself on the ass-
a slap of approval-when I do something other than a couch.
Though, I might add, I will most likely be doing a lof of the couch this next weekend as she’s bitching about being lonely.
I know. me and my couch
even though I’ve just met her in februaryare already like “this” (crossed fingers). But she tends to get jelous the g4 cus i stare at her more.
In my own defense, I spent the weekend on the couch because of the pinched nerve in my back. Owch.
Jeesh, y’all can correct my shitty errors if you would like. I should reread this shit. :)
I like cheese.