02/16/2005: "Bum Information"
Bum Information
Maybe this will be way more information about me than you want. I don't care. This blog is about me and right now, my butt hurts. I took a spinning class last night. I enjoyed the class and I knew, in that theoretical way, that the potential for there to be some sort or even multiple sorts of pain afterward was high. Today, it's not actually as bad as I thought it might be, maybe that bath I took last night aleviated the brunt of it, but you know that area at the bottom of your bottom (hehehe), the part that connects to the top of your thigh? Well, that is what hurts and I know it's from the seat of the bike. I haven't ridden a real bike in a quite a few years (since mine was stollen in Snohomish). When I ride the bikes to work out, I ride the other kind, the one that is more like sitting in a car. So now I feel like I am bruised there. I checked, though, because I bruise easily, and I didn't see any evidence of bruising. :) Now the question is, should I do another class tonight? Or should I let my bum recover? What I fear is, if I let it recover, that next week when I try it will be more of the same. Hm.
Now we have that out of the way.
I worked briefly on the novel last night, in bed, which is a decadent feeling. But I was tired, so it wasn't very long, nor very good I fear. Read some more of Microserfs, which I am afraid isn't going to be as interesting now because the characters are moving to Silicon Valley. Part of the charm of the book is the local stuff. I've never even been to California...
I've had this feeling lately that I want to go somewhere on a vacation. Maybe not even a week long thing, maybe a long weekend. I don't know. I think about driving down to Portland. And when I start to think, "But I don't know what to do there," I counter it with, well, I could just go there and write. But who wants to rent a motel room for a couple nights and just hole themself up, chained to a laptop. And seriously, I wouldn't be able to carry that off for 48 full hours. Sigh.