I've been Biking

And I'm pretty much digging it. Ive been futsing around on the Olympia Woodland Trail which scoots right by the house and, if you get onto another trail, can go all the way south through Thurston County. It's pretty awesome. And then I found this map today which shows the bike paths/trails and lanes in Olympia. I always get a little worried when I attempt to peddle around on the road so this helps a bit. Oh, and this map is a great idea, but not so much a good final product. Oh well. I took a ride today and I think I wound up by Smith Lake... perhaps even further south, it's hard to say. Either way, it was a couple of hours of peddling around through forests, around lakes, past old speed-walkers and over bridges. I feel like I had a pretty productive day.

Bleh

I've been slightly productive today. I made myself some rice for lunch (my food supply is getting dangerously boring, about all I have left is half a box of cereal, some rice, a bag of potatoes and pancake mix) played with Monty, finished my homework for The Fifties: Fab and Fraught, worked my way through most of my ASL II homework and now I'm knitting a mitten pattern that I'm making up as I go with some yarn I splurged on yesterday (it's called Lobster Mix, how could I NOT buy it?!). But all of those things involved sitting. And I've been sitting for the majority of the last week. So I decided to go for a short bike ride. I'm talking epically short. But hey, it's better than nothing, right? The clouds started to go away and there was even some blue sky peaking out so I decided to bundle up and head out. The minute I crossed Eastside the rain started. I heroically decide to keep going to the end of Fir which is what I had in mind all along. Once I turn on to Fir it REALLY starts to rain. My pants get soaked and my nose started acting like a drain spout for the rest of my cranium, channeling the water coming in onto the top of my head through the holes in my helmet. I get to the end of Fir and peddle as fast as I can back to the safety of the garage. The minute I pull into the driveway the rain stops and the sun comes back out. I huff and kerfuffle my way around the garage, sulky that the weather decided to mess with me and my brief exercise.

I think this is a sign that I'm just not meant to shift myself from a slouchy-sitting position on the couch. The cookie crumbs on my shirt leftover from the sacrificial cookie I nabbed from the freezer agree with me. Damn.