I took great care to preserve the legacy of this space. My kid spent a lot of time doing hockey drills down here. He also had many epic knee hockey battles with his buddies when they were younger, hence the arena-like wall decorations.
After installing the mats I was lucky enough to retain the sponsorship of Burger King, Dunkin Donuts, Jet Blue, Visa, Warrior Hockey Equipment and several other big players. Given the violent nature of what we do here, I also thought it was important to keep Milan Lucic in his proper place.
This is more of a silver lining thing. I hate that it’s cold again (feels like 27* F and will only decrease for the next 36 hours) but I like leaving my beer on the back porch instead of putting it in the fridge.
I bought new shoes today. They’re for traversing the frozen tundra to work, once it freezes, because I’ve now gotten three warning tickets about parking across the street from my office, and the last two tickets have said they’re going to tow, though I think maybe that’s an empty threat. I’ve yet to see a tow truck there, towing the other evildoers. Anyway, so I’m parking a distance away and will need something other than the clunky snowshoeing/hiking boots or fashion boots I have. So, done.
But the happy thing isn’t the boots, it’s that I’ve really enjoyed the walks back and forth to my car, which I’ve been moving close to the office in the afternoon so I don’t have to walk to the sketchy area after dark, but am compliant(ish) with the three hour parking limit. Since I’ve been out and wearing comfortable shoes to go get the car, I’ve been wandering around town, and I find the days so much nicer than when I just stayed in my office. I feel better. More awake, less hungry.
Not sure it’ll be this way once the cold sets in, but the new boots are an effort to offset it.
I’m also happy that my husband is around this week. I really like sleeping with him.
I just learned about Joe Pera. I feel like a lot of his jokes are targeted at people like me, especially as I continue to age. That’s okay, because I like a good joke.
My favorite Mark Rippetoe words were “Don’t squat when you have to shit, and don’t shit when you have to squat.” Or something close to that.
I almost shit myself on the mats once. I was still quite new, and skipped important business in my rush to make it to class on time.
On the first roll, a 220 lb dude driving his shin into my guts was the first and only time I tapped to knee-on-belly. It was touch-and-go there for a minute, but I made it to the bathroom in time.
OMG, I loved that, and found it concerningly relatable. I had to show one of the barns to my husband because it’s like what we’ve talked about for an old silo base we have.
I attended a department lab meeting today (the Social decision sciences professors and grad students gather each week to discuss research)
Professor Lowenstein wanted to discuss “common mistaken beliefs” - I brought up diet dogma and overblown supplements. The professors were actually impressed! One even invited me to sit at the big table!- I didn’t end up accepting though since the only seat was next to Lowenstein…
Just need a sign… will flex for halo top.