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Feb. 3rd, 2008 09:54 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bodldopsMy weekend thus far:
Friday: Went to Tango, and recieved one of the oddest/nicest(?) backhanded compliments ever from one of the tango instructors: "I can tell when you're thinking. You'll be doing fantastic and then it will explode."
*snork*
Anyway, Milonga is fun, even if I keep missing the lead for the syncopated steps. I did want to clobber one of the guys who, upon realizing that I have a hard time feeling that step (especially his, he keeps leaning back) threw them in everywhere. That, and the guy in the earlier tango class who couldn't find the beat with both hands and a flashlight and had the posture of a limp noodle.
Saturday: Actually Got Things Done. Anesthesia notes are written out, nutrition homework is half-done, my take home due on Monday is finished (after much erasing). And then I went to a friend's to watch Torchwood.
Once again, the Torchwood writers are on a roll. The scenes were appropriately spooky and waugh, the conversation snapped (and how much do I love Ianto? I love Ianto. "I know everything. ... And it's on the bottom of the screen." And poor Owen. Put down by the smart-ass Ianto. But Gwen! Gwen, who is proving to be DUMBER THAN BRICKS. Srsly. Let's see, girl has just STABBED HER BOYFRIEND with her HAND let me stand right in front of her as she spazzes out. That's smart! *facepalm* And no, Gwen, 'feeling' human does not make you human. In this case, it makes the girl a very very good spy. I was just waiting for Jack to bop Gwen upside the head for the continued remarks of stupid. Even Tosh was using her brain more than Gwen today, and Tosh has a nasty habit of working without grey matter
And then we watched Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles
Overall, I liked it. The narration is CHEESY AS HELL and the dialogue practically dies on set a few times, but the action scenes rock, and, of course, Summer Glau beating people up. I think I'll be supremely irritated with the Connor family before all is said and done, and I can't understand why Summer's robot goes from 'cheery smiley flirty girl' to 'omg whut is this thing emotion does not compute' and back every few scenes. Methinks there's a flaw in the programming! And no, of course no one knows they're in 2007, that streaker film totally wasn't put up on YouTube five minutes after it was made. *eyeroll* And those frat boys at the end were terminally stupid - lessee, naked girl on the side of the road not looking scared or embarrassed yeah let's totally try to pick her up! *facepalm* You boys totally deserved to get kicked about.
Sunday: So, I woke up extremely ungodly early, shivered a lot, put on a short-sleeve shirt and shorts, grabbed my gloves and jacket, and headed out into the world. The moon and stars over the trees were, I admit, very pretty as I was going to my car. The only problem with them was if they were still there it was NOT YET LATE ENOUGH TO BE AWAKE. But I had to be at central park at 7 because I hadn't picked up my race packet on Saturday from the running store. Yup, I did sign up for that 5K (The Davis Stampede) and today was the day! Got my number (218) and my chip (my first race with a chip eeeee) and my shirt (which I wore, because cold) and tried to get half-frozen fingers to pin the number onto my shirt correctly. It was then, of course, 7:15, so there was 45 minutes of just standing around trying not to freeze in one spot or go running off in terror of all the OMGSKINNY people looking dreadfully athletic all around. Finally they called up the 5K, and we all got behind the start line... and waited. And waited. And 8am came and went. There was a group of four frat boys near me with what I assume was their coach, all being very very loud and rambunctious for 8am.
And then we were off! There was lots of cheering and clapping and such, which is always encouraging. Sadly they were not all through the race. There were a lot of kids running - I felt sorry for one boy who looked like he was going to have a heart attack as he tried to keep up with his leaner friend (though it's probably good that he's running). The mile one marker came a LOT later than I was hoping for it to show up, but I made it there without stopping. I had to walk a few yards of mile 2 to get the cramps to stop (my body was not entirely pleased about this morning's adventure) but I didn't stop, and started running again before I'd even gone half a block. There were a few uphills, but not as many in the arboretum, so they weren't that bad. Passed a lot of people on the hills. :D I had chosen a lady ahead of me as the 'person to beat' earlier in the race, and I caught her somewhere in the middle of mile 3. There were too guys I kept pace with the entire race, and they were fun to watch, since they seemed like old buddies and kept joking with each other. Mile 3 seemed overlong too, but hearing the announcer at the finish line calling out names kept me from walking again. I actually manged a sprint in the last tenth-mile of the course, so that ought to be an interesting picture later today. Finishing time is somewhere around 35 minutes, which is only a few minutes off of my old race times when I was in better shape. Not bad, eh? Turned in my chip, drank some truly foul sports drink to keep from wobbling sideways on the way home, picked up a flyer for another 5K at the end of March, and made my way home.
But I did it! :D
Friday: Went to Tango, and recieved one of the oddest/nicest(?) backhanded compliments ever from one of the tango instructors: "I can tell when you're thinking. You'll be doing fantastic and then it will explode."
*snork*
Anyway, Milonga is fun, even if I keep missing the lead for the syncopated steps. I did want to clobber one of the guys who, upon realizing that I have a hard time feeling that step (especially his, he keeps leaning back) threw them in everywhere. That, and the guy in the earlier tango class who couldn't find the beat with both hands and a flashlight and had the posture of a limp noodle.
Saturday: Actually Got Things Done. Anesthesia notes are written out, nutrition homework is half-done, my take home due on Monday is finished (after much erasing). And then I went to a friend's to watch Torchwood.
Once again, the Torchwood writers are on a roll. The scenes were appropriately spooky and waugh, the conversation snapped (and how much do I love Ianto? I love Ianto. "I know everything. ... And it's on the bottom of the screen." And poor Owen. Put down by the smart-ass Ianto. But Gwen! Gwen, who is proving to be DUMBER THAN BRICKS. Srsly. Let's see, girl has just STABBED HER BOYFRIEND with her HAND let me stand right in front of her as she spazzes out. That's smart! *facepalm* And no, Gwen, 'feeling' human does not make you human. In this case, it makes the girl a very very good spy. I was just waiting for Jack to bop Gwen upside the head for the continued remarks of stupid. Even Tosh was using her brain more than Gwen today, and Tosh has a nasty habit of working without grey matter
And then we watched Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles
Overall, I liked it. The narration is CHEESY AS HELL and the dialogue practically dies on set a few times, but the action scenes rock, and, of course, Summer Glau beating people up. I think I'll be supremely irritated with the Connor family before all is said and done, and I can't understand why Summer's robot goes from 'cheery smiley flirty girl' to 'omg whut is this thing emotion does not compute' and back every few scenes. Methinks there's a flaw in the programming! And no, of course no one knows they're in 2007, that streaker film totally wasn't put up on YouTube five minutes after it was made. *eyeroll* And those frat boys at the end were terminally stupid - lessee, naked girl on the side of the road not looking scared or embarrassed yeah let's totally try to pick her up! *facepalm* You boys totally deserved to get kicked about.
Sunday: So, I woke up extremely ungodly early, shivered a lot, put on a short-sleeve shirt and shorts, grabbed my gloves and jacket, and headed out into the world. The moon and stars over the trees were, I admit, very pretty as I was going to my car. The only problem with them was if they were still there it was NOT YET LATE ENOUGH TO BE AWAKE. But I had to be at central park at 7 because I hadn't picked up my race packet on Saturday from the running store. Yup, I did sign up for that 5K (The Davis Stampede) and today was the day! Got my number (218) and my chip (my first race with a chip eeeee) and my shirt (which I wore, because cold) and tried to get half-frozen fingers to pin the number onto my shirt correctly. It was then, of course, 7:15, so there was 45 minutes of just standing around trying not to freeze in one spot or go running off in terror of all the OMGSKINNY people looking dreadfully athletic all around. Finally they called up the 5K, and we all got behind the start line... and waited. And waited. And 8am came and went. There was a group of four frat boys near me with what I assume was their coach, all being very very loud and rambunctious for 8am.
And then we were off! There was lots of cheering and clapping and such, which is always encouraging. Sadly they were not all through the race. There were a lot of kids running - I felt sorry for one boy who looked like he was going to have a heart attack as he tried to keep up with his leaner friend (though it's probably good that he's running). The mile one marker came a LOT later than I was hoping for it to show up, but I made it there without stopping. I had to walk a few yards of mile 2 to get the cramps to stop (my body was not entirely pleased about this morning's adventure) but I didn't stop, and started running again before I'd even gone half a block. There were a few uphills, but not as many in the arboretum, so they weren't that bad. Passed a lot of people on the hills. :D I had chosen a lady ahead of me as the 'person to beat' earlier in the race, and I caught her somewhere in the middle of mile 3. There were too guys I kept pace with the entire race, and they were fun to watch, since they seemed like old buddies and kept joking with each other. Mile 3 seemed overlong too, but hearing the announcer at the finish line calling out names kept me from walking again. I actually manged a sprint in the last tenth-mile of the course, so that ought to be an interesting picture later today. Finishing time is somewhere around 35 minutes, which is only a few minutes off of my old race times when I was in better shape. Not bad, eh? Turned in my chip, drank some truly foul sports drink to keep from wobbling sideways on the way home, picked up a flyer for another 5K at the end of March, and made my way home.
But I did it! :D
