I’m Getting Old

I’ve tried to really ramp up my workouts the last month or so.  It’s going well, except I’m beginning to feel my age.  For the last month, I’ve been in more or less constant pain.  Not terrible,  more a slow to get up – hard to feel comfortable kind of pain. 

A normal person would take a couple aspirin, and call it good.  Unfortunately, that doesn’t work for me.  I am one of the 5% to 20% of asthmatics who also can’t take NSAIDs (Non Steroid Anti-Inflammatory Drugs (Aspirin – Ibuprofen – Aleve)).   An hour or so after I take one, I become a snot producing machine, can breath and my stomach starts to hurt.  I will literally go through a box of kleenex in a couple hours.  It ain’t pretty.  I can take acetaminophen (Tylenol), but it doesn’t reduce swelling which is really what I think I need most.

The other day I was trying to hunt down some Tylenol.  The office has a cabinet located on each floor stocked with medical supplies, but all they had were NSAID-based drugs – that’s not entirely true – I did find something, but I couldn’t bring myself to take something called PMF – Pre Menstrual Formula.

Not exactly Good v. Evil, but…

On TV, when they want to show someon.e having a moral crisis, they show them with a little angel on one shoulder, and a little devil on the other shoulder. I totally understand that. For me, its not when it comes to issues of conscience, but when it comes to issues of exercise. I have two distinct inner voices. One is very logical and rational. He makes very rational arguments on why I should stop and rest (you don’t want to push yourself too hard, pace yourself…) or quit (you’ve done enough today…) or not work out at all (you’re tired, you can always do twice as much tomorrow…). The other voice in my head is more of a drill sergeant. He just yells at me a lot. I consider myself a very logical person who likes to question authority. That’s not a good combination.

Blah, Blah, Blah

I went to spinning Monday night.  There was a girl (I do mean girl – she looked like she was in that awkward early teen stage of life) that was really starting to get on my nerves. She talked endlessly and not about anything interesting. I just wanted to tell her to shut up.  I feel a little conflicted though.  A few weeks ago, there were a couple of women who walked out over the instructor’s music selection. Some of her music had a strongly implied sexual theme – one of those songs that sounds very sexual until you actually listen to the lyrics. I guess these two women found that offensive. I remember thinking at the time that if they are paying that much attention to the lyrics, they aren’t working hard enough. Another class tonight, guess it is time for me to work harder.

Gotta Get Out On The Road

The weather the last few weeks has been awful.  It snowed all this weekend – not the bizzard they were predicting, but a lot of wind and cold made for a good weekend of napping.  Next Friday is Jessica’s birthday and the schools is hosting a dads and donuts event.  I thought it would be a good event to go to and rather than worry about coming in late and trying to make up the time, I just took the day off.  If the weather is good,  hopefully, I can get a good ride in.  Mmm, dounuts and a good long ride, should be a good combination.

Hacked Off, But Not Hacked

One of my credit card numbers was stolen sometime last week. The credit card company monitors my account for fraud, and I don’t think there were any changes approved that weren’t mine. My biggest question of course is were did they get my information? I don’t use the card that often. I’ve only charged a couple items in the last month – a hotel room for a conference I am attending, and my registration fee for the Buena Vista Bike Fest. While I think it is most likely there was someone else on the other end collecting credit card numbers, I was concerned they may have gotten access to my computer. I ran checks on all my computers for viruses. They all came back clean and no strange activity has appeared on any of my other accounts.

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Who whould have thought that you would get spam comments posted to your blog.

(g). The site’s menu should be generated from the page hierarchy of the site…

Whipped out a 10 page, 2500 word report on specifications for the firm’s website for work. Where was that ability to write when I was in high school and college?

I didn’t say it was exciting writing.

I am pretty sure I signed up for the one sickness per winter plan.

I came down with something in mid December that really hit me pretty hard. I won’t go into the details. Now slightly more than a month later, I have a cold. I should have expexted this. It seems to happen every time the kids go back to school. Although, no one else in the family seems sick so I don’t think I can blame the biological warfare installation I call Timberline Elementary

The Man from (the) Snowy River (of Cars)

It is 9:00. I left my house at 8:00 and have gone almost 3 miles. At this rate it should take me another 4 hours to get to work. Sent via BlackBerry by AT&T

As it turned out, it took me three hours to get into work. It was snowing heavily when I got up. I had an eye doctor appointment early so I didn’t leave for work until later. Ended up cancelling the appointment and just tried to get to work. Hardy seemed worth it to come in.