I should have stayed in bed all weekend
Feb. 6th, 2012 06:48 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
katestineFriday was almost a 5 Thing day: I Oly-lifted for the first time in over a year; I went to work; and I had two separate primping appointments, one of which included a 2.3mi walk. Eep. My numbers for squats/bench/deadlift aren't bad, but I was still too sore to reach things on the ground on Monday. oops. Kristen gave me the same haircut as usual: it looks pretty when she styles it, and I got a lot of compliments from my cow orkers at Saturday's dinner (ok, most of them said, "You got it styled, didn't you?" bc they aren't used to seeing me with soft waves), but we'll see how it fares under my tender ministrations. I'd noted there was a kinky reading downtown and OperaBoss had a concert a mile from my apt, but instead I watched 2 episodes of Glee, wondering why I'd ever stopped watching.
Despite this, in what is starting to look like a trend, I got up in time to go skatng but didn't have enough cope when the time came. I gave myself permission to have a low-key day, but I still had things to do, like open mail and get a pedicure. Being positive, yes, I took a paper bag full of old papers and made enough space to cook an omelette with the pan Julian bought me. I relaxed and watched another episode of Glee. But I was late getting to the nail salons and had two huffy, nose-cutting incidents that left me frantically fumbling with nail polish in my bathroom when the party started *sighs*
Every year, a particular former cow orker throws an elaborate birthday party. This year, he didn't do assigned seats, so Evil English, K, and I had a table for ourselves and our dates. The mingling was fine, but I'm spoiled when it comes to wine pairings, and I didn't need to go to this party for date night. The best part of the night was the excuse to dress up: discussing with Julian how much cleavage is too much and discovering that Pongo gets a little light-headed when I wear high heels. YAAY!
I woke in time for skating Sunday morning, so I went. I'm so glad I did. I was a few minutes late to my usual 8am lesson. While my private instructor was lead for the group lesson, she was cranky. Fortunately, they'd already separated into smaller groups and Brandon showed us the moves more slowly and simply and I felt like I got good practice, even if I can't tell you what I did. I went to go practice my waltz 8s from last time (totally can't remember the sequence properly :( Ended up chatting with CobaltGal, a woman I met a few weeks after lessons started. She's even further behind than I am, and was eleven kinds of excited when I told her I'd found out we could go to the adult group lessons at 9am that are supposed to be a level below ours. To make long story short(er), she talked to the head of the skating school, who will reprimand the Academy instructors for not dividing us into basic groups more often and might give us a break on next year's tuition. Moreover, not only do I have 3 new chances to go skating per week, but apparently my tuition included an embroidered fleece. It's light, but will work well for spring hikes I think.
The 9am class was superb. Brandon took CobaltGal and I to work on stroking and crossovers, fwd and back. He made it clear why the one is important to the other and showed us some ways to get more power from our moves. He's awfully fond of swizzles, which are basically slaloms with power, but I'll have to work on those - they are all in the hip drive. Toward the end, CobaltGal complained about how lessons don't include the fun stuff, so he asked if we can spin. I did a bee-yew-tee-full two foot and one foot spin for him. Woohoo! And then it was time to go home and snuggle my bunny.
Sunday was a haze of vigorous sex, delicious homecooked breakfast better than any brunch I've had, and falling asleep in bed. At 4, my lover rolled over and declared he had to get some proper exercise. Some (myself included) would argue he got an awful lot of anaerobic cardio that day already, but he wanted to lift. We dressed and packed our bags for climbing -- only to get there and discover the gym was reset for a bouldering comp. Considering I could barely lift my legs, I wanted a rope for when I got tired. We tried to go to a sports bar, but they weren't even making food for pickup, so we found a fusion restaurant on our way home with a tv. I love that, for all his protests, Pongo is a high energy person who =wants= to do things that are, strictly speaking, exercise. I also think it's awesome having someone who makes a living explaining novel concepts to government employees explain his favorite (spectator) sports to me. Too bad I have no framework to tie his clear explanations to. Then we went home and I ranted about everything upsetting me before falling asleep on him for the eleventy-seventh time all weekend. Poor guy.
Despite this, in what is starting to look like a trend, I got up in time to go skatng but didn't have enough cope when the time came. I gave myself permission to have a low-key day, but I still had things to do, like open mail and get a pedicure. Being positive, yes, I took a paper bag full of old papers and made enough space to cook an omelette with the pan Julian bought me. I relaxed and watched another episode of Glee. But I was late getting to the nail salons and had two huffy, nose-cutting incidents that left me frantically fumbling with nail polish in my bathroom when the party started *sighs*
Every year, a particular former cow orker throws an elaborate birthday party. This year, he didn't do assigned seats, so Evil English, K, and I had a table for ourselves and our dates. The mingling was fine, but I'm spoiled when it comes to wine pairings, and I didn't need to go to this party for date night. The best part of the night was the excuse to dress up: discussing with Julian how much cleavage is too much and discovering that Pongo gets a little light-headed when I wear high heels. YAAY!
I woke in time for skating Sunday morning, so I went. I'm so glad I did. I was a few minutes late to my usual 8am lesson. While my private instructor was lead for the group lesson, she was cranky. Fortunately, they'd already separated into smaller groups and Brandon showed us the moves more slowly and simply and I felt like I got good practice, even if I can't tell you what I did. I went to go practice my waltz 8s from last time (totally can't remember the sequence properly :( Ended up chatting with CobaltGal, a woman I met a few weeks after lessons started. She's even further behind than I am, and was eleven kinds of excited when I told her I'd found out we could go to the adult group lessons at 9am that are supposed to be a level below ours. To make long story short(er), she talked to the head of the skating school, who will reprimand the Academy instructors for not dividing us into basic groups more often and might give us a break on next year's tuition. Moreover, not only do I have 3 new chances to go skating per week, but apparently my tuition included an embroidered fleece. It's light, but will work well for spring hikes I think.
The 9am class was superb. Brandon took CobaltGal and I to work on stroking and crossovers, fwd and back. He made it clear why the one is important to the other and showed us some ways to get more power from our moves. He's awfully fond of swizzles, which are basically slaloms with power, but I'll have to work on those - they are all in the hip drive. Toward the end, CobaltGal complained about how lessons don't include the fun stuff, so he asked if we can spin. I did a bee-yew-tee-full two foot and one foot spin for him. Woohoo! And then it was time to go home and snuggle my bunny.
Sunday was a haze of vigorous sex, delicious homecooked breakfast better than any brunch I've had, and falling asleep in bed. At 4, my lover rolled over and declared he had to get some proper exercise. Some (myself included) would argue he got an awful lot of anaerobic cardio that day already, but he wanted to lift. We dressed and packed our bags for climbing -- only to get there and discover the gym was reset for a bouldering comp. Considering I could barely lift my legs, I wanted a rope for when I got tired. We tried to go to a sports bar, but they weren't even making food for pickup, so we found a fusion restaurant on our way home with a tv. I love that, for all his protests, Pongo is a high energy person who =wants= to do things that are, strictly speaking, exercise. I also think it's awesome having someone who makes a living explaining novel concepts to government employees explain his favorite (spectator) sports to me. Too bad I have no framework to tie his clear explanations to. Then we went home and I ranted about everything upsetting me before falling asleep on him for the eleventy-seventh time all weekend. Poor guy.