Saturday, July 25, 2009

Bike Ride - what hurts.

Just rode my bicycle for 3 hours and 15 minutes. I was riding up hills, around old people, through groups of moms and their strollers, and keeping up - ever so briefly - with guys who are actually in shape and have been on a bicycle more than once.

My thighs burned, my lungs felt like a furnace. But when I was all done and laying in the backseat of my car, do you know what hurt the most?

My nipples.

My Pathetic Weekend Plans - Saturday Edition

Productivity is my new life's passion, this morning. And it involves making lists of things to do. I know that I have the type of personality that if I don't set a specific time table to accomplish tasks, then I'll sit around all day drinking coffee and thinking that it looks awfully hot outside. So below is my list for today, complete with time table. Get Things Done Bitches: 7-9AM - Ride my bicycle 9-11AM - Wonder why I just took a 2 hour bicycle ride when I have a car and can drive places 11-1130AM - Get the oil changed on my car, get ripped off 1130 -12N - Take bicycle to get a tune up, get ripped off 12 - 1230 - LUNCH 1230 - 3P - Wonder where I went wrong in my life, cry 3 - 313P - Tell my dog to stop doing whatever he's doing, probably clean cat puke 313 - 5P - Stroll through Target, look at coffee makers 5 - 6P - Stroll through Barnes & Noble, but not in a creepy way, wonder again, where I went wrong and how I ended up wandering around Barnes & Noble on a Saturday. 6-8P - Devise a plan to make big changes that will result in money, fame, power. Women will want me, Men will want to be me. I'll be seeing YOU, Jon and Kate Plus 8, on the cover of US Weekly! 8 - 802PM - Decide that my plan is dumb and that it's the same kind of crazy that those mental patients on American Idol subscribe to, cry 802 - 815 - Remember that I should have mowed the lawn today, but it's too late now. Vow to do it tomorrow. Remind myself to figure out why the neighbors lawn is so much greener than mine is. 815PM - 12midnight - Fantasy cast A Game Of Thrones, cry
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