(I'm going to experiment with a new format here. I think that part of what's keeping me from writing is that I feel like I've got to get my thoughts all collected and sit down for a serious chunk of time to deliver a scholarly treatise on my experience. That's not what I really want to do, and it's giving me an excuse to put off writing until everything that I want to say is forgotten. So, I'm going to try to post in smaller chunks, possibly several times a day, and see what happens. Hopefully, I won't sink into stereotypical "blogger" banality, or Winer-style fire-and-forget linking.)
We woke up around 3:30am because people were having a very loud conversation right outside our bedroom window, possibly about breaking into cars. Bernie went right back to sleep, but I was too jumped up to get back into bed, so I tried a little reading. That never works. I tried a 4am beer. No good. So, after realizing that sleep wasn't going to come until some inappropriate time, like noon, I decided that, as long as I'm up, I may as well take advantage of the early hour, and my dusty gym membership, and go work out.
Such a bad idea.
So, first off, the clientele at the gym is totally different in the wee hours than it is in the middle of the day. The parking lot was crammed with Lexii and SUVs, even a Jaguar, which is unusual, even for our slightly-upscale (for Austin) gym. In the locker room, almost all the unlocked lockers were occupied by neatly folded and pressed business-wear, and the usual biker bums and friendly gym fags were replaced with sneering professionals. Instead of the usual smiles and casual conversation, all I got were dirty looks and assholes who think they're too good to carry their own towels out to the basket by the door. But hey, I'm not there to socialize, I'm there to see if I can wake myself up enough to be a productive member of society today, and tire myself out enough that I can go to sleep at a decent hour tonight.
"Oh," I thought to myself, "they're just starting up a spinning class. I've never tried that before - sounds pretty easy, why don't I give it a shot?" Because it's not easy if you're an out of shape slob like me, working on four hours of sleep and a power bar. I always thought "spinning" was some sort of half-assed yuppie fad, with a stupid name, to boot. For some reason, it always reminded me of Sleeping Beauty, little bare bikes with poisoned spindles. Turns out, I was wrong. People who race bikes and stuff. Who could have guessed? Needless to say, my sorry exhausted ass didn't make it through the whole class. I probably could have, at the expense of puking and dying immediately afterwards. Anyway, I think I achieved my goal of getting up and pooped.
Now, I think I'll have a shower, some french toast at Magnolia, and maybe a little nap around noon...(January 08, 2003 06:06 AM)