05.22.05
Active Bum
I spent most of Saturday morning biking. I tested out paved bike trails, but also went to the unpaved old-railroad tracks trail. I don’t know how many miles I did but I was out for at least 4 hours, with breakfast worked in there somewhere in between. I had so much more fun at the unpaved trails that before I heading home, I stopped by a camping site to bike through trees and rough terrain. By bum hurts today though. But it was great! I’m sure I’ll be doing much more of that soon. At least it’s not like running where I have to force myself to do it. I found biking actually fun. I know you probably get more exercise with running but I think 2 hours of pleasurable biking was just as beneficial if not more so that 20 minutes of miserable running.
I’ll have to get a bike for myself though. Sarah let me borrow hers to see how I would like the mountain bike. At least now I know for sure I’m getting a mountain bike rather than a hybrid. They had me over for dinner last Friday night. I finally had something to do on a Friday night here in Keene. Yay!
So after all that exercise, I was pretty tired. After doing a few chores, I just hung out at home, cooked, and then watched Harold and Kumar Go to White Castle. My favorite scene is when they sing (and I sang along with them): “Some day somebody’s gonna make you want to turn around and say goodbye, until then baby are you going to let them hold you down and make you cry? Don’t you know? Don’t you know things can change, things’ll go your way if you hold on for one more day…” Yeah, Wilson Phillips. Sweet.
Today I saw Donnie Darko and Almost Famous. I saw the latter one last, so I remember more about it than Donnie Darko. Best line: “The only true currency in this bankrupt world… is what you share with someone else when you’re uncool.” That’s for you, TB!
TB said,
May 23, 2005 at 1:12 am
“My mom says I’m cool.”
D said,
May 23, 2005 at 1:02 pm
No she doesn’t.
daisy said,
May 24, 2005 at 10:21 pm
bummer, i thought you were going to say you saw harold and maude . . .