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verbicideWell that was cool.
There's really nothing that effectively beats a bad mood out of your system like some punishing exercise.
Did the entire track around Greenlake and found had to move fast because the slightest slowdown would have thrown me into a hypothermic coma. I have to go buy some warm clothes. This is getting ridiculous.
It was kind of funny, though. My cheeks went completely numb after awhile. That can't be good, right? So I kept rubbing my face with my frozen hands. I've lost my gloves. It was cracking me up. There were absolute maniacs out there in shorts and tank-tops. While it is true that I get cold when it's 70°, it's 42° out there! That's cold, dammit (oh pipe down all of you living amidst snow/ice). Anyhow. Next time will wear more clothing and wrap scarf around entire head.
On the positive side, I was so cold that I had no concept of being tired or achy. My knee is a little cranky now, but a hot shower and some Advil will take care of that.
Afterwards decided to stop by Fred Meyer in search of cheap warm clothing, but sadly, nothing was right for me. I did however, stock up on girly things. A mud mask, body scrub gloves (which, I swear, are the kinkiest things ever). Splurged and bought some pretty primroses for my kitchen window.
Mmm now for that hot shower, sugar-free cocoa and some grisly horror. Just netflixed Fritz Lang's infamous "M." Though may cave to cowardice and watch Beauty and The Beast instead. Well. I said I was feeling girly, dammit.
There's really nothing that effectively beats a bad mood out of your system like some punishing exercise.
Did the entire track around Greenlake and found had to move fast because the slightest slowdown would have thrown me into a hypothermic coma. I have to go buy some warm clothes. This is getting ridiculous.
It was kind of funny, though. My cheeks went completely numb after awhile. That can't be good, right? So I kept rubbing my face with my frozen hands. I've lost my gloves. It was cracking me up. There were absolute maniacs out there in shorts and tank-tops. While it is true that I get cold when it's 70°, it's 42° out there! That's cold, dammit (oh pipe down all of you living amidst snow/ice). Anyhow. Next time will wear more clothing and wrap scarf around entire head.
On the positive side, I was so cold that I had no concept of being tired or achy. My knee is a little cranky now, but a hot shower and some Advil will take care of that.
Afterwards decided to stop by Fred Meyer in search of cheap warm clothing, but sadly, nothing was right for me. I did however, stock up on girly things. A mud mask, body scrub gloves (which, I swear, are the kinkiest things ever). Splurged and bought some pretty primroses for my kitchen window.
Mmm now for that hot shower, sugar-free cocoa and some grisly horror. Just netflixed Fritz Lang's infamous "M." Though may cave to cowardice and watch Beauty and The Beast instead. Well. I said I was feeling girly, dammit.
