A Snippet of my Life

I noticed that I haven't written for a while. I would like to come up with a good excuse, but I don't have any. So instead, let's forge forward and stop dwelling on the past about what I did or did not accomplish. Come with me as I take you on a tour of my weekend.

I spent a good part of this weekend outdoors, which, after huddling indoors for the last couple of weeks, was a greatly invigorating experience. Even though I didn't do anything particularly exciting outside, studying in the park at a picnic table under the sun is much more appealing than being indoors. I also got some outdoor exercising in. Exercising outside is much better than going to the gym where everything's so stationary. I like having the scenery change around me as I move about.

Walking was a big part of my outdoors activity this weekend, but I also brought out the bike. I really like biking (I'm not sporty enough to call what I do 'cycling'), but it's difficult to bike when every road around you is on a constant incline. Going downhill is a blast, but at some point you know you have to head back up the 45 degree hill. But I took out the bike and was just wandering around my neighborhood for 2+ hours. The bike and I did make it back up the hill, but I only managed to ride up halfway before giving up and pushing the bike forward. My getting off and pushing the bike uphill was only the second time in the whole 2+ hour journey that my ass left the bike seat. The first time was when I fell off the bike.

It's not often that you see a grown adult who has years of bike riding experience under her belt crash into the curb and tumble onto someone's front lawn. I wish I could say I fell because the bike grazed a large rock or something equally unavoidable, but running into the curb was due entirely to my own actions. I'm not even sure how it happened. One moment I was happily riding along with both hands on the handlebars at the time (I had already gone through the Flobots "I can ride my bike with no handlebars" earlier), and the next moment I rode directly into a curb and toppled off my bike. My only saving grace was that it was a very clean topple. It was one swift movement off the bike, onto the ground, and back on my feet again. There was no wobbling. There was no lying on the grass clutching my knee. It was just crash, tumble, jump, and back up. If I were a cat, I would've walked away smoothly at that moment as if I had meant to crash my bike all along. I should've become a professional terrible gymnast because at least I can look cool while completely messing up.

I didn't want to be outside once the sun had gone down, so I planned other activities for myself once night hit. I've been home alone all weekend, and what better way to celebrate the night alone than by watching Fargo and American Psycho? I'm not sure why I decided it would be a good idea to watch movies about murderers while I'm home alone, but after watching Fargo, I was on a small adrenaline kick that I didn't want to end. So I pulled out the American Psycho and continued the bloodbath on my screen. It was great. I hadn't seen either of those two movies before, so the quantity of platelets and plasma on my tv was quite unexpected but very satisfying. I wonder if my overall enjoyment of those two movies while I was sitting in the dark clutching a stuffed animal says anything about my mental health.

This was one of the more enjoyable weekends I've had in a while. Sometimes it takes a weekend alone to recharge the social batteries and prepare myself to face the world again.