Dorkus Maximus

Today was productive.  I got out and about to take pictures of the neighborhood for Smart Girls.  It got up to 30 F today, and the sun came out to melt some of the snow.  It was nice.  I wore a hoodie and hat, and felt slightly too warm.  Next week we’re getting more snow.  The bruise on my hip/leg is huge.  It only hurts when I lay on that side when sleeping.  It goes from mid thigh to the side of my butt.  I hope it fades quickly.

I need to go to the grocery store.  Tomorrow would be good, but I know me, and that won’t happen.  I try to never drive on weekends, because it’s when all the farmers and Iowans come here to shop, and crash into the locals.  Monday, then.  If I go after my run in the morning, I can usually get in and out while it’s pretty empty.  When I went to the gym this morning at 5 AM, one of the weight lifting guys started talking to me.  I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me.  I didn’t bring my iPhone, so I had nothing with which to respond to him.  I felt the tears welling up in my eyes, and signed in ASL that I can’t speak.

I don’t think he knew what I signed, but I think he understood that I wasn’t ignoring him.  I got on the treadmill and started running.  They sit at the front of the room about a foot back from the mirrors.  So I could see him in them, and watched him lift for a while.  He’s Indian, and pretty fit, but not bulky with muscle.  He caught me watching, and I smiled and looked away.  I didn’t look again after that.  I was thinking to myself how glad I am he can’t read my mind, because I was totally checking him out when he caught me.  Inside I was laughing.  Then I forgot about him and focused on my music.

I ran on the new treadmill, and I love it.  It has a cushioned deck, and lots of features that allow you to program hills and stuff.  I don’t use any of them, but I still think they were cool.  I don’t even run on an incline.  I’m not coordinated enough to run and adjust the settings at the same time.  I tried to jump up and land on the skids alongside the belt once.  It was a disaster.  I have to turn it off and walk until it stops, then get off.  I’m such a dork.  I hope he’s there tomorrow.