Labor Day

Finally that relaxing 3 day weekend is over and I can get back to spending all of my time indoors away from the warm temperatures and the sun (you know that thing can give you skin cancer???).  Anyway, it was a good weekend. I was able to get caught up on my work that I fell behind on while dissecting last week and even managed to squeeze in some pre-reading for this week. I also went to a new Italian restaurant with my lovely girlfriend Jenna K. Pearson (she’s new, I don’t expect any of you to know her) where she paid for the bill with her $48 Visa gift card (I know $48 is pretty strange) from her boss at Whirlpool. And I’ll have you know that it was actually meant (from her boss’s mouth) so that we could go out to dinner. So there. That was Saturday night. Then Sunday night we made a homemade pizza at her apt cause her oven is bigger than a bread box.

But let’s rewind a bit. Back to Friday night. This was my first night out in like 2 weeks. And it was with the med students (my kind!!). So I get to the bar at like 10 ish and there were a bunch of us. Ooh fun!! Then after an hour or so of fun-ness I received a call from a miss Shannon Lotz. “Hey, it’s my cousin who goes here now!!” I exclaimed. Turns out on their journey back to Champaign, a couple of Shannon’s friends got stuck in Kankakee because the dude’s car broke down. So I let her borrow mine (of course, I mean c’mon look who you’re reading right now), but she’s like “OMG I TOTALLY HAVE LIKE NO IDEA LIKE WHERE THE LIKE HIGHWAY IS LIKE. THEN LIKE ONCE I’M ON THE LIKE HIGHWAY LIKE HOW DO I LIKE, UMM, GET THERE?” So I put my superhero cape on, brought her to my apt so I could write out some simple directions , and drove her up to 74 and Neil so that she could just take 74 the half mile over to 57 and be on her way. Then I just biked home. Get back to the bar at like 12 ish and sit down. Boy do I need a beer now. “okay see you guys later,” everyone says. Dang med students going to bed early. So I went home… lame. Then after about a half hour James (a co-med student) calls me and needs a ride to pick up his car from the impound because he was towed. He has a friend’s car so sure I’ll go. We waited for 45 min for a tow truck driver to get there so he could get his car back. Oh well that’s life. Sleep followed.

Sunday: my body informed me that it no longer wishes to run. Ever. I ran 12 miles on Sunday in preparation for the half marathon next weekend. My last long training run. It was pretty good until the last 3 miles or so where my knees stopped working correctly and my right hip flexor (muscle that lets you bend your leg toward your chest) was seizing up. Stupid body, I want to run still. So I did. Then when I was done my hip flexor would not let my leg move properly so I walked like the hunchback of Notre Dame. Man did I look cool. If only I had a huge boombox (on a side note, as I was typing boombox, my finger jumped the gun and typed boobmox. Easy finger, this is a family oriented blog) that I could rest on my shoulder and play some phat beats I would look totally awesome doing my very own gangsta lean down the street. Now for some of you, cough, older folk, don’t worry about the terminology, I just looked like an idiot.

Monday: This is one of my bikes:

It is what I use to get to class or anywhere else I go on campus. It's really fast and it's a fixed gear. That means that you cannot coast. If the rear wheel moves, the pedals move. That means that I can use my legs to slow the bike down. It is not a coaster break where you pedal backwards, it just means that I slow the rotation of the back wheel by slowing down the rate at which I pedal. It’s really fun. So I went out on a group ride on Monday with the cycling team and some other dudes. It’s a shorter, easier ride so I took my fixie (Slang term for fixed gear bike, there will be a quiz on these terms next week). It was a blast. And now I’m helping a friend find one to buy. The problem with that is that now I would really like a new one to play with, but bikes are expensive, unfortunately. Then that night I made the most amazing meal. Seasoned chicken wraps with turkey bacon, avocado, lettuce, tomato, and Koops Arizona heat sauce with homemade baked, seasoned French fries. Holy cow did I hit the jackpot with that one. Definitely putting that in my very small recipe book in my head.

Today is Tuesday: I was studying in the lib today and took a break to look at Craigslist to see what good bikes were available. Old road bike, old road bike, crappy mountain bike, kids bike, old road bike, free road bike, old… wait what???? A guy posted that he was just putting his old road bike next to the dumpster by his apt and whoever wanted it could take it. HAZAA!! Is this my lucky day or what? So I immediately packed up my things and bolted out the door. Giddy with excitement I rode as fast as I could to my car. “Oh happy daaaaayss,” was playing in my head as I tore down the street. I got my car and went to the apt complex. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. Bikes gone. Well it was good while it lasted, me. Time to get back to work.

And that’s my life.

See ya later crocodile

I think the worst time to have a heart attack is during a game of charades...or a game of fake heart attack. 
-- Demetri Martin