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I was awakened bright and early by my handy alarm-cat, who wanted a lap. This got me up in time to shower, have tea and a bit of breakfast, and be out of the house at 9. Not early, except for those of us without steady jobs or school.
Being out at nine meant I could exercise before my haircut appointment.
( gym numbers and commentary )
The actual numbers weren't bad, but there were two exercises I had to stop abruptly on--rowing and bicep curls--which is a bit different from "this is as many of these as I can handle". I conned myself into the last three repetitions on the row, but you can only tell yourself "just one more" a few times before you stop believing it.
I walked down from the gym to the hairdresser, because it was a nice day and I didn't want to pay the subway fare. A banana bought en route was a nice snack, and whatever else can be said about cool weather, it does improve the flavor of bananas left sitting on tables outdoors.
I now have nice short hair, and the woman who shampooed me included a bit of scalp massage, which was quite pleasant. She also tried to sell me eyebrow threading ("instead of tweezing", which I don't do) and when I explained that I don't like much of anything near my eyes, told me that she also does this for chin hairs. I asked why it was better than shaving, and after giving one real reason (not necessarily valid, but physical, comparing the effects of the two processes) she lost me by explaining that "shaving is for men."
On the same principle as before, I walked down to Paul's Heavenly Burgers, and filled up on beef, cheese, and lots of mushrooms, on a toasted English muffin. The waiter brought my tea with lemon and walked away before I could ask for milk. So I had it with lemon--variety is a good thing.
Then I walked back east and a bit further south, and bought three kinds of tea at Porto Rico before stumbling onto a northbound A train. Call it four miles on foot, including the walk to and from the subway at this end--not excessive, but added to a two-hour workout that's quite a bit.
Being out at nine meant I could exercise before my haircut appointment.
( gym numbers and commentary )
The actual numbers weren't bad, but there were two exercises I had to stop abruptly on--rowing and bicep curls--which is a bit different from "this is as many of these as I can handle". I conned myself into the last three repetitions on the row, but you can only tell yourself "just one more" a few times before you stop believing it.
I walked down from the gym to the hairdresser, because it was a nice day and I didn't want to pay the subway fare. A banana bought en route was a nice snack, and whatever else can be said about cool weather, it does improve the flavor of bananas left sitting on tables outdoors.
I now have nice short hair, and the woman who shampooed me included a bit of scalp massage, which was quite pleasant. She also tried to sell me eyebrow threading ("instead of tweezing", which I don't do) and when I explained that I don't like much of anything near my eyes, told me that she also does this for chin hairs. I asked why it was better than shaving, and after giving one real reason (not necessarily valid, but physical, comparing the effects of the two processes) she lost me by explaining that "shaving is for men."
On the same principle as before, I walked down to Paul's Heavenly Burgers, and filled up on beef, cheese, and lots of mushrooms, on a toasted English muffin. The waiter brought my tea with lemon and walked away before I could ask for milk. So I had it with lemon--variety is a good thing.
Then I walked back east and a bit further south, and bought three kinds of tea at Porto Rico before stumbling onto a northbound A train. Call it four miles on foot, including the walk to and from the subway at this end--not excessive, but added to a two-hour workout that's quite a bit.