Thursday, May 12, 2005

Ode to the slacker that I am

What is it that Popeye says? "I yam what I yam, and that's all that I yam?" Well, today, I yam a total slacker. Well, not a total slacker. I did work all day, and I was on-call, and I solved a few problems and went to a couple meetings. So during the day, I was distinctly NOT a slacker.

Well, that's not entirely true. I guess it would be most accurate to say that the initial dive into the slacker abyss started at lunch today, when my yellow duffel bag, packed full of everything I would need to go do that strength workout I'd meant to do, lay there untouched. For the second day in a row. Slackerville, here we come!

So, of course I swore I was going to go for a run tonight. I even commented to a coworker, as we walked to our respective cars, that it was a "nice cool night for a run." That's a lie. It's butt-fucking cold here today. I think the high got to about 45, but that's without the wind. HELLLOOOOO, Mother Nature! It's MAY! Get a clue!

But, even as I got in my car and realized it really wasn't "cool" outside so much as "kind of cold and slightly miserable," I still swore I was going to go for a run. So, I got to Sara's to pick up Dakota, and she arrived home and, as I told her of my "plans" to go for a run, she made the very good point that it was kind of windy outside, and isn't it tougher to run when it's windy?

Oh yes. You're right. Hmmmmmmm. Windy. Yes, it is almost unbearably windy out there, isn't it? You might say it's even DANGEROUSLY windy, I mean, you never know when some bit of airborne detritus might find its way into my eye and blind me for life.

Well, that was easy! Screw the running!

So, Dakota and I headed home, by way of the grocery store where I picked up some things I didn't need. Even at this time, there was the notion that I might be able to coax myself into my running clothes and venture out into the inhospitable wilderness with all that evil wind. I'm very good at deluding myself.

Suffice it to say, I'm sitting here blogging in my pajamas, with a beer and a bowl of soy chips in front of me. And it's exactly where I want to be.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

I LOVE your ode! I LIVE your ode! I, too, am a closet slacker ... at least some of the time!

Funny, funny post, Lina! And ... NOT because I'm your mother!

9:07 AM  

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