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Friday Walkies & Commissions!
Dec. 5th, 2008 10:19 pmFIRST: FOUR SPOTS left for commissions to be delivered by Christmas! Just four. Hurry!
DETAILS and GORGEOUS PIX HERE!
NEXT: Friday Walkies!
A benefit of riding the bus is that I'm getting better with time management in all aspects of my life, not just in getting somewhere on time using public trans. It's the happy side effect of dealing with someone else's intractable schedule, one that's annoyingly inarguable, that can't be reasoned with (even when they're wrong).
I had a doctors' appointment today, and my transfer bus pulled away before I even got off my first one. Since I've been wanting to challenge myself with longer and harder walks, I decided to walk at least a mile of the two between the transfer point and the hospital. This also gave me a chance to run into the after-school center where Fox will (hopefully) be going during holidays and the summer, and get the application.
As I've said before, and will probably say again) driving a steep grade gives you little concept of how steep it really is, the exception being the ridiculously steep grades in San Francisco. Those hills there are so damn steep that when you a cresting one it looks like you are about to drive off a cliff. They also kill standard transmissions dead.
My walk of choice was not only a a street that is not at all straight, but uphill. When I got to where the hill crested, I looked back and couldn't see past the crest of the hill.
There were a few points on the hill where I was puffing and moving slow, but I never got winded and I didn't have to stop even once.
Compare to four months ago, where the relatively gentle grade of Mission Street was fucking killing me. Only pride kept me moving when I was gasping for air and both my legs were numb, yet also burning.
I considering finishing the whole distance between the transfer point and the hospital, and decided to take the bus the rest of the way, since I got to a stop when there was one coming in five minutes. A mom I know from my special needs parenting group walked up with her son and her son's daddy. It was really cool to see her, and she was so pleased to see me, she hugged me. Awesome!
They were riding the bus to McDonald's, which was one stop away. A short stop! I thought that was funny, but her son is a puller, and I could see not chancing a sidewalk right next to a busy street.
She kissed me when she hugged me goodbye! Awesome!
I got to my appointment early! Awesome!
I did not walk home, though. I didn't want to wear myself out, and I had a blister. Experience has taught me that blisters do not improve with walking.
But MAN! I am chuffed by my improvements! So easy to walk now, I don't even think about it.
Going to need a hat and gloves now, since I can no longer run from a car to someplace warm. I miss my beautiful rabbit felt cowboy hat that was destroyed in the fire. (I know, cowboy hat, but trust me, gorgeous hat, custom blocked many years ago.) I cannot do a toque or cap. I look entirely too goofy, not to mention like a bowling pin.
Back to work!
DETAILS and GORGEOUS PIX HERE!
NEXT: Friday Walkies!
A benefit of riding the bus is that I'm getting better with time management in all aspects of my life, not just in getting somewhere on time using public trans. It's the happy side effect of dealing with someone else's intractable schedule, one that's annoyingly inarguable, that can't be reasoned with (even when they're wrong).
I had a doctors' appointment today, and my transfer bus pulled away before I even got off my first one. Since I've been wanting to challenge myself with longer and harder walks, I decided to walk at least a mile of the two between the transfer point and the hospital. This also gave me a chance to run into the after-school center where Fox will (hopefully) be going during holidays and the summer, and get the application.
As I've said before, and will probably say again) driving a steep grade gives you little concept of how steep it really is, the exception being the ridiculously steep grades in San Francisco. Those hills there are so damn steep that when you a cresting one it looks like you are about to drive off a cliff. They also kill standard transmissions dead.
My walk of choice was not only a a street that is not at all straight, but uphill. When I got to where the hill crested, I looked back and couldn't see past the crest of the hill.
There were a few points on the hill where I was puffing and moving slow, but I never got winded and I didn't have to stop even once.
Compare to four months ago, where the relatively gentle grade of Mission Street was fucking killing me. Only pride kept me moving when I was gasping for air and both my legs were numb, yet also burning.
I considering finishing the whole distance between the transfer point and the hospital, and decided to take the bus the rest of the way, since I got to a stop when there was one coming in five minutes. A mom I know from my special needs parenting group walked up with her son and her son's daddy. It was really cool to see her, and she was so pleased to see me, she hugged me. Awesome!
They were riding the bus to McDonald's, which was one stop away. A short stop! I thought that was funny, but her son is a puller, and I could see not chancing a sidewalk right next to a busy street.
She kissed me when she hugged me goodbye! Awesome!
I got to my appointment early! Awesome!
I did not walk home, though. I didn't want to wear myself out, and I had a blister. Experience has taught me that blisters do not improve with walking.
But MAN! I am chuffed by my improvements! So easy to walk now, I don't even think about it.
Going to need a hat and gloves now, since I can no longer run from a car to someplace warm. I miss my beautiful rabbit felt cowboy hat that was destroyed in the fire. (I know, cowboy hat, but trust me, gorgeous hat, custom blocked many years ago.) I cannot do a toque or cap. I look entirely too goofy, not to mention like a bowling pin.
Back to work!
