Midweek follies
Mar. 9th, 2011 10:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gurdymonkeyDecided to bike to taiko last night. The first mile sucked because I was too cold, then I was more than warm enough. The last half mile my LED headlight died, which is a bit odd because it's not supposed to be a battery vampire and all my other lights were fine. I can only assume that when I came back from Arizona and found six gallons of water weighing down the bike cover it may have tripped the switch.
You may remember that the decision was made to combine the beginner and intermediate/advanced class in the last session due to lower enrollment and have everyone in one big class drumming together for 2 hours. This session we were supposed to split back down to two - which means the four beginners from last session stayed in the intermediate/advanced class and maybe four new beginners started in the beginner class. Last night's taiko-robics drills were, shall we say interesting? Mostly because there were so damn many of us trying to cycle through exercises at two three-drum-stations without putting a stick in anyone's eye, partly because we're trying to get folks who've never done it up to speed. It'll get better.
Riding home without a headlight wasn't as bad as I feared. My tail and spoke lights still work and I was not riding against traffic. (Still, I replaced the batteries as soon as I got home from work this afternoon!)
Today was Ash Wednesday. I decided to reprise last year's routine of full-day fasts from sunrise to sunset on Ash Wednesday and the Fridays of Lent, with lunch money savings earmarked for the local food bank. Of course, I got home from what was essentially a two hour workout on Tuesday evening too jazzed and sweaty to eat anything more than some peanut butter on a slice of toast for dinner. And of course, our Human Resources person's continuing plot to torture me meant springing a United Way bake sale on us at the last minute. I don't even LIKE Costco breakfast pastries. I like them less when they're taking up counter space on MY counter at eye level all damn day. I was headachy by eleven AM, so I consulted the internet, located the nearest Jamba Juice to the office and got one of their fruit-and-juice only smoothies as my definition of "fast" means I can have anything I need or want to drink.
But why is LJ sending me an ad for meeting Single Mormons?
You may remember that the decision was made to combine the beginner and intermediate/advanced class in the last session due to lower enrollment and have everyone in one big class drumming together for 2 hours. This session we were supposed to split back down to two - which means the four beginners from last session stayed in the intermediate/advanced class and maybe four new beginners started in the beginner class. Last night's taiko-robics drills were, shall we say interesting? Mostly because there were so damn many of us trying to cycle through exercises at two three-drum-stations without putting a stick in anyone's eye, partly because we're trying to get folks who've never done it up to speed. It'll get better.
Riding home without a headlight wasn't as bad as I feared. My tail and spoke lights still work and I was not riding against traffic. (Still, I replaced the batteries as soon as I got home from work this afternoon!)
Today was Ash Wednesday. I decided to reprise last year's routine of full-day fasts from sunrise to sunset on Ash Wednesday and the Fridays of Lent, with lunch money savings earmarked for the local food bank. Of course, I got home from what was essentially a two hour workout on Tuesday evening too jazzed and sweaty to eat anything more than some peanut butter on a slice of toast for dinner. And of course, our Human Resources person's continuing plot to torture me meant springing a United Way bake sale on us at the last minute. I don't even LIKE Costco breakfast pastries. I like them less when they're taking up counter space on MY counter at eye level all damn day. I was headachy by eleven AM, so I consulted the internet, located the nearest Jamba Juice to the office and got one of their fruit-and-juice only smoothies as my definition of "fast" means I can have anything I need or want to drink.
But why is LJ sending me an ad for meeting Single Mormons?
