Much ado about nothing
Howdy ya’ll? It’s been about a week since my last post so now that I have a some downtime, I figured that it would be an excellent opportunity to update. I intended on saving this for Monday, but I’m hoping that a Redlegs win will tie me up tomorrow afternoon as I head to the Great American Ball Park right after work. Gotta love it when the Reds are still swingin’ the bat in October.
Well anyways, I present to you a post that really has Much Ado About Nothing. Here it goes!
Last weekend Laclie243 ventured to the Queen City and after spending Friday evening lounging around, we decided to do it up big and leave our beloved Del-hole Saturday evening to paint the town (no specific color). We met up with one of my old neighbors at OU and traveled across the Ohio River to enjoy some German ale:
Candid shot. I didn't take many pictures that evening and I needed a few visuals. Desperate times my friends, desperate times.
Eventually, our stomachs started to grumble. And when food beckons you gotta do what you gotta do:
And when a seemingly hygienic couple blatantly leaves an untouched pretzel with cheese at your table--well, you get the picture.
This week’s workitout routine went a little somethin’ like this:
Sunday: The express version of Mari Winsor Pilates, followed by some lunges, a minute of the plank, and then two 30-second planks on each side.
Monday: I did some considerable tossing and turning in bed on Sunday night and really wasn’t up for an intense workout. Plus, our treadmill had just decided to rebel against our family because of all of the wear ‘n tear it has put up with during the past four years. Can’t say I blame it. I personally don’t enjoy being walked all over. I mean everyone–or thing has their breaking points. Sigh.
Around 8:30 I ventured outside with the intention of walking the 3.5-mile loop around my neighborhood, but about a quarter-mile in I was freaked out by how dark it was outside and turned around. I have NO desire to end up on the side of a milk carton. I then spent the rest of my evening google-ing exercise facilities near my local place of employment. My goal over the next two weeks is to find one I like and then seal the deal.
Tuesday: Went for a leisurely four-mile jog around the ‘hood. Damn it feels good to be a gangster.
Wednesday: After watching the first post-season Reds game, this girl needed to run off some steam. I decided to run four miles on the treadmill and walk one. Yep, you guessed it, the Buelterman family is just so fitness-obsessed we purchased a new treadmill within 72-hours of the alleged flake-out. Juuuuust kidding. My dad fixed it the night before! Whoop whoop! I’m still huntin’ around for a gym membership though. I promptly followed up with one minute of bicycle crunches and some free weights. I’ll let ya know when the gun show is.
Thursday: Ran/walked four miles on the treadmill.
Saturday: Ran/walked the four-mile loop around the ‘hood with Funkydancer613. Since we hadn’t worked out together in a while, I made it a point to remind her just how joyous an occasion any sweat session with my lovely self really is. I sang aloud and teared up when we spotted a tiny dead mouse on the sidewalk. I then compared the dead mouse to our dog Abby. True Life: I’m obsessed with my dog and need help fast.
A few other lively happenings of the past few days (photos courtesy of my dad and Funkydancer’s iPhones):
- Writing a few Examiner articles. Check ‘em out here. Have some running tips you’d like to hear about, or know of a runner you think I should interview? Drop me a line kids!
- Viewing the Red’s second post-season game at a fine little Mt. Adam’s establishment with the familia and a few Bobcats:
Loving life. The Reds were up at this point.
And, receiving uplifting texts from my dad about both the Reds and my dad–even though he sat within 10 feet of me:
Words to live by. Hopefully I never get thrown in the slammer, but it is comforting to know that my old man will bail me out.
- We also watched my cousin kick some A at his cross-country meet this weekend. I refrained from using any phrases that might crack him up while cheering him on. So I stuck with key phrases like “Go jake!” Go Panthers!” And “Elder, Elder, Elder, rah rah rah!”
Even though I really wanted to scream, "You're doing it live, Jake!"
Well anyways, in the words of Ludacris, I’m rollin’ out. Thank you to everyone who tuned in and an even more special thank you to anyone who humors me with comments. Whodey and go reds!
