Spring anyone

I don’t know what is going on but I signed into my email and found 58 messages waiting for me. Crazy stuff going on with our mountain biking forums which leads to oodles of emails between the officers and the ELC committee. I haven’t even begun to trudge through them all yet. I have answered one email, and that was to a friend whom I am trying to talk into either Kayaking through the possible Thunderstorm on Saturday, or hiking the 8 mile loop … I am game for either. What does that say about me?

Hill Repeats. Pulled the bike out this afternoon after work to indulge myself in the 77 degree sunny warm breeze blowing, more like late spring type of weather we are having. And off I went to the park to do Hill Repeats on the bike while listening to Amy Ray on the Ipod. I was listening to her yesterday at the gym whilst I did my treadmill run, and it occurred to me her music really is good to exercise with. And the Hill repeats will work in my favor when I am riding up those hills on the trail cranking the bike over tree roots and other unmovable in the way objects. I just know it will. That’s what I tell myself anyway.

Funny thing is, I had Amy Ray turned up as loud as it would go while I was putting the bike onto the car after the ride. And these two dogs, I don’t know what type of dogs, had come up behind me barking themselves hoarse. I never heard them until they were yapping at my heels. This means I didn’t react at all and by the time I had turned around asking them what they were barking about they had resorted to having the most dejected looks on their faces, as if they were totally let down that their presence had not elicited a response out of me. I almost thought about climbing onto the car and acting as if I were scared, just to give them back their dignity.

Okay I have emails to read.

Tennis anyone?

Yesterday was a nice warm day – 83 degrees was our high temperature. I didn’t want to waste it so I took a quick walk yesterday afternoon.

Today made it up into the 70’s before the afternoon wild and woolly storms rolled in. So for lunch 3 of us went out and played tennis. I really had a good time even though R kept purposely barely hitting the balls over the net just to watch me scuttle my way up to return them. The whole thing kind of wore me out. Of course that didn’t stop me from hitting up the Wednesday evening cycle class tonight.

All in all a wonderful almost Spring day. Hope yours was as good!

Thursdays wash

Spring is trying to worm it’s way into our hearts this week after we experienced a couple of weeks of below average aka below normal temperatures. We are now cruising through breezy 50 degree days. We even had one 62 degree top out! As an added bonus to this warming trend, I saw the Red Winged Black Bird at the feeder today. Seems to me, if my memory proves me any help at all, this is a bit earlier in the year than I have ever seen it out at the feeder.

And of course, as always I am pretty happy with not freezing my fingertips off in the morning as I bolt out the front door of a rather nice cozy warm house, into the frigid cold freezing air, to start the car so as to have it warmed up before arriving at work as opposed to when I am pulling into the parking lot. Oh the horridness of having a short commute to work.

I want to pass this along, I found out something new yesterday. The washer, which is huge and can wash more clothes and bed linens at one time than I possess, has a breaking point. Apparently if one where to place too many items in it which tend to become leaden weights when wet, the washer will react like a pinball machine when someone swings their hip around smacking a sideways blow to it sort of like trying to add a little muscle to the game (remember those) and the washer like the Pinball machine, tilts. Really. I found this out when I went down in the cold basement to remove my clothes from the washer and send them on their way into the drier to be fluffy and warm. Yesterday, in the basement there set the washer, lights flashing, time still left to finish and the letters, “UL” blinking at me in neon red. I stopped myself short before trying to insert another quarter. Think pinball. Instead, I reset the washer and tried to get it running again. I wasn’t alone in this quest mind you. The cat was hanging out with me watching the whole thing. Well that was until the washer started back up, began spinning, and then spinning a bit harder. And then it went bonkers. The thing started rocking back and forth and side to side, almost walking to me! At this point the cat vacated the area faster than a speeding bullet. After this, I pretty much figured out the situation and went on to remove most of the offending , heavier than a concrete truck, clothes so that the washer could finish its rounds. And then I amused myself by restarting it again. I am so easily amused. Finally, I waited to see if after restarting it, it would need an exorcism. At this point the cat managed to find his way back and meow at me with his eyes widened (and a spider web hanging over his ear) the loudest meow I have ever heard from him. I think he was saying, “Are you crazy! That thing is possessed! Run for your life woman! Lets go!!!”

And that’s my story and I am sticking to it.

hunting wabbits

Hunting wabbits

Little to say these days. Perhaps I have gone into hibernation but forgot somehow to tell myself? Does one think ahead about going into hibernation, or is it like waking up with a book pressed against your cheek and the words written in ink across your forehead, after somehow falling asleep while reading in bed?

Reading a lot. I am magazine addicted. My addiction is on overload. National Geographic is so nice and shiny!

Still increasing my speed on my runs. It is a slow process at best. But a process to say the least.

Going away party tomorrow night for a friend whom is moving to Nashville. A party which promises (without even saying so) to have numerous drunken people and the worse by far, Karaoke type of background music. It’s at a bar in case you were curious. Perhaps if I dunk my head in a steaming vat of acid I won’t care about the Karaoke.

It’s almost Friday.

The weather is teasing us with temperatures in the 50’s for next week. And I am so glad we did not get swept away by snowdrifts, heck we hardly even had snow flurries.

Ahh life is good isn’t it.

Enough of the cold, okay?

From Nightmare pics