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"Bizarre Mood Triangle
Ξ November 30th, 2007 | → 0 Comments | ∇ Fitness / HEMA, General, School |
The triangle’s still a little leaden, but I can’t complain, considering we were fo’c’sle and bowsprit below water just two weeks ago.
I admit I haven’t been great with my group, but it’s gone both ways. Even back when I was on top of things earlier in the semester, I’d be putting out ideas that kept getting shot down. Obviously, I was biased in thinking that they were straightforward and the correct course of action… But dammit, if you’re gonna put holes in my suggestions, then let’s see you put some of your own up in the shooting gallery.
Oh, whatever. I had this long diatribe about people who tell you to do one thing, then ream you out for not doing another.
I don’t know if any of my work in the past two weeks hasn’t been totally redone.
So I stopped by Rice and worked my way around campus pretty thoroughly for about 2.5 hrs. My grips are so sore I can barely hold a glass to drink right now. And my quads and whatever’s on the insides of the thighs are all wobbly. Mmm. :)
And I still can’t imagine myself jumping any railings. I’ve tested the approaches to a couple tables and walls and such, and … whoo-ee. :) I don’t need to try it to know I won’t clear it. Gonna be a couple more months’ crazy workouts before I’ll try killing myself by concrete faceplant.
And by midnight, most things were right with the world again. It was a damp, cool night. Gorgeous for working out. Also a bit ripe for melancholy as well, but one manages.
Visibility was down to about 300 feet on the way home, due to fog. All the world was rubbed out, swallowed up by the haze. The powerful, amber glow of Houston’s excessive streetlights seemed muted for once, and quickly faded to black overhead.
Very tranquil. Good for introspection.
