Last weekend went to the cranberry harvest over on Long Beach pen. with the kids and it was a lot of fun. We bought a lot of cool cranberry items.
I’ve returned to the gym, and although the first day I later had a nerve pinched in my back, so far so good. (The pinched nerve was really incredibly painful for a bit, but ibuprophen, a hot shower and some sleep got it sorted.)
I saw something odd today on the trail riding my bike. A disgruntled ‘bird watcher’ fuming and glaring at me like a total f’n weirdo. It would have been a lot more saleable if: a.) he was out in the morning (or evening) when birds are most active. b.) Had a proper camera to take photos with, not a cheap old piece of crap that probably didn’t even work and if he had been in a good position for bird watching. c.) not been photographing at noon in the extraordinary harsh fall light — that would backlight ANY BIRD IN THE SKY or a tree or etc. etc. In the dense scrubby area he was standing in, I don’t know how the hell he would have seen anything. Creepy. Best circumstance, he just didn’t know what he was doing. [worth noting here, that although I’m usually just posting iPhone photos here, I have a professional camera, I trained with a professional photographer and have taken additional classes in photography and finally: have done professional photography. I’m not the be all and end all of photography experts, but I know a bit I suppose.]
Open gym, not too many people there at all, and this guy I’ve watched do nothing-to-nothing on weights the whole time comes over to the treadmill directly beside me. I mean, THE WHOLE GYM IS OPEN, there are plenty of other treadmills. Naa’ he comes over and, okay it’s uncomfortable, but then he puts his hand over the treadmill arm directly beside mine. Like 5″ form my hand. Oh’ fuck no. Creepy. I am out.
Give me space. :space gif:
I mean that’s the thing right, if you get targeted by a creeper – they always have an out. They always have the whole, ‘you’re mean. I was just simply standing there.’ or blah blah blah. That reminds me of the creeper where I used to work who would have IT issues all the time so he could look down my blouse. Anyway that didn’t end well because that bitch of a teacher at the community college who was on meth at the time calls me up and puts me on speaker phone IN FRONT OF HER WHOLE CLASS, and I told her, “look I’ve replaced the mouse 3 times, it works fine, bro is just trying to peak at my breasts, he looks down my shirt every single time and I’m f’n sick of it.” And uh…. yeah…. can you imagine, in Arkansas of all places a full classroom hearing that. Well, I don’t know what all went on behind the scenes after that, but I bet the students were a buzz with that gossip and got quite a laugh out of it. On another foot….
There was a young fella at the gym. He was dressed in basically rags, hair shaggy, he looked a bit mussed but he was directly down to business. But he put in a workout that was so extreme and intense — I mean, damn. I had nothing but respect for that kid. He put in 110% unlike creepy, yet clean cut, weirdo trying to play handsies. The young guy was there on a mission to improve his life. So hell yeah young guy, keep on going. I would suppose he was wearing so many layers to get sweat on or maybe he doesn’t like his body comp, but he wasn’t there to hold hands so good on him. He put in a damn decent workout. I was left thinking, damn, I wish I could work that hard and maybe someday I’ll work up to that. It’s something to shoot for, for sure.
Well that’s Wednesday.
