sweaty summer days

air conditioning is probably one of the single most taken for granted inventions of all time. i never realized what an important necessity this often forgotten amenity is to summer until yesterday as i sat on the couch as far away from my boyfriend as i could get. we were sitting far away from each other not because we didn't want to be next to each other, but because we were afraid our sweaty bodies would stick to each other if they touched even a little bit. why were we so sweaty? the answer is simple: branbury's lack of high quality maintenance. solution to this problem: don't live in branbury in the middle of summer.

crazy class

about a month ago i finally broke down and bought a gym membership. being a poor college student at BYU, where free "gym" access is available, i put it off as long as i could possibly stand. i love working out, not just for the benefits of feeling good and being in shape, but i also really enjoy the time where i get to physically challenge myself and do something that is 100% for me. so for two years while attending school, i used my studentship rights to use the on-campus gym and found time and sidewalk to run around provo with. this kept me in shape, but, alas, cronic shin splints from concrete and endless waiting in line to get into the BYU gym had me both frustrated and avoiding the workout scene almost entirely. so here i am. full membership to 24 hour fitness for a whopping $27 a month. rip off, you say? i beg to differ.

just let me tell you about spin class. monday. wednesday. friday. saturday. 5:30 am. still wondering why the blaring beep of my cell phone alarm is going off i silence it and turn on my back, contemplating whether or not the pain is worth this. i don't move. then, almost all at once, my body shifts over and i roll out of bed. i'm reminded of a ball of dough as it falls out of a bowl onto a baking sheet, plop. i turn on the bedroom light before heading to the bathroom so there's no excuse to get back in bed after the morning pee. time to get dressed and head over to the gym (i like to call it the GYME with a guh sound instead of a juh sound)

the parking lot, compared to it's usual crowdedness is empty but for 5 or 6 cars. there's more cars out here than treadmills...

i yawn as i hand the front desk man my membership card. he tells me to have a nice workout stace. i half smile at him and work my way up the stairs to THE ROOM. it's dark in there and cold too. the fans are blowing hard and the music is on soft in the background, but you can still hear/feel the beat. i'm awake now. i fill my water bottle, drape the handle bars in my turquoise hand towel, adjust the seat and handle bars, climb into the foot cages....and we're off. off for and hour long adventure with nothing but our bikes, resistance nobs and AMY, the crazy instructor, to keep us company. from hill climbs, to sprints, to endurance rides, AMY coaches and yells telling us we're stronger than we think...yeah right. i never knew my legs could go so fast or burn so much, thanks AMY. at the end of class we stretch and AMY tells us good job guys, and we go home. all day long i fight sleepy eyes and tired legs, but then there i am the next morning, at it again...crazy class.

conspiracy

i swear that the law is a conspiracy. like take today for instance. i'm driving back to work from lunch break. and there's this road on the way to work, where cops like to hang out cuz there's tons of good hiding spots for cars, motercycles, etc, to catch the unsuspecting speed demon. well with this in mind, as i have seen numerous drivers get pulled over on this particular stretch of road, i try to make a conscious effort to obey the all the traffic laws. so i'm driving and i look down at my spedometer and realize i'm going a little fast, like maybe close to 10 mph over and i think to myself, "oh i should slow down" so i started pressing the brakes and then look up, there's this fat cop guy in the road signaling me over to the side of the road. you have got to be kidding me. this smart guy then tells me i was going 17 mph over the speed limit which is completely ridiculus. i was so upset, angry tears coursed my cheeks. THIS COULDN'T BE HAPPENING! oh well. so long story short, the cop "let me off" with traffic school. yeah right. let me off my right eye. so instead of paying the ticket i have to pay $100 to go to traffic school. lame. conspiracy.

fourth of july eve

i've pretty much decided that the day before any holiday should also be considered a holiday. my reasoning? i am sitting here at work at 10 in the morning completely bored out of my mind because of the 20 plus people that work here there are only two present...TWO! my idea is that the day before any holiday, be it halloween, valentines, fourth of july, christmas...be considered part of the holiday as well. that way instead of worrying about having to take off work, everyone already has it off. and then the partying for the specific holiday could get underway right on the day instead of the night of the holiday or whatever. this makes perfect sense because then businesses don't have to worry about scrambling to find people to work on the monday before the holiday if it falls on a tuesday like the fourth of july this year. and while these businesses would be out the day's money it would certainly be made up throughout the rest of the year because of the workers willingness to work harder due to the days off they get before the holidays. all those in favor of adopting the "eve for every holiday" rule, say I...
I!