Yeah, I got hit by a car today. I was riding my nice, carbon-fiber framed road bike home from work, going up a hill, and some guy in his 60′s at a stop sign didn’t look in my direction before plowing right into me. I kinda flew off my bike. It was my first experience getting hit by a 3000+ pound chuck of metal and it was pretty interesting.
It should be pretty obvious I’m not hury, otherwise I would a) be in the hospital and b) not be so nonchalant about the whole thing. Other than a bloodied knee and a couple sore places on me, I’m totally fine. And I voluntarily get myself more beat up than this when I spar with people and get punched in the face.
So yeah, no big deal physically.
I was pretty pissed about my bike though. I’m taking it in tomorrow to see whether the frame is cracked, which would mean the whole bike needs to get replaced. Luckily I got all the guy’s info so he can pay for it in that eventuality. But I totally don’t want that to happen, because it would be a complete pain in the ass to deal with. I’m already annoyed about having to take my bike in a be without it for a week or so while it gets looked at.
What totally amuses me is that yesterday I bought a new pair of motorcycle pants to protect myself when riding my motorcycle. Then today I decide to ride my bike into work instead, and I get plowed into. Grr.
I think I’m beginning to really enjoy documentary movies more than almost any other type of movie. Two thoughts come into my head as I type these words:
1) I’m getting old
2) I’m acquiring taste
Or, I suppose, 3) I’m becoming a snob. Whatever. I’ve seen two cool documentaries recently – one on beer, and one on yoga, and I really enjoyed the human element in both of them, seeing actual struggles that people were going through, and how they overcame (or didn’t overcome) the difficulties they were facing.
I would particularly recommend that documentary I saw last night, “Enlighten up”, for anyone who does yoga, or has made any significant changes in their life recently. It was fun to see a normal guy who had never done yoga before embark on a “yoga quest” and travel from New York to Hawaii to India in search of a guru and some sort of spiritual awakening. Did he find what he was looking for? I think that he did, but not everyone I saw the movie with was convinced he attained any sort of significant insight during his journey. But if you’re the kind of person who takes classes where you pretzel yourself on a regular basis, you owe it to yourself to check out this great documentary.
Real people are just more interesting. (But I don’t watch reality tv!)
When I started this blog, I did it for fun, just to have my own web page. I didn’t know what I wanted to do with it at all, but after getting some suggestions I decided to focus on business stuff and what I was going through after quitting my job.
Well, I kinda stopped doing that when I felt like I had nothing interesting to say. I still feel like I don’t have anything interesting to say. So screw it, this blog will be just for me. Kinda like a diary, but without so many inner thoughts and juicy details. Maybe something I can look back on to get an idea of my mindset for these particular moments in my life.
So here we go, my blog, diary-style:
Today I went bowling with Dave. I tried to spin the ball, but it hurt my wrist. So I stopped. I didn’t bowl well. It was still fun though. Then I went home and paid some bills and stuff. Now I’m watching the Sharks game, and they are losing. It sucks. But the Chinese food I had for dinner was good. Really good.
Since I started my new job, which puts a big emphasis on exercise, fitness, and healthy living, I’ve been on a bit of a fitness kick. I started doing yoga again (going to a Bikram Yoga studio), I’ve been riding my bicycle the 10 miles to work, and I think I’m finally going to sign up for my first olympic distance triathlon.
I run and I bike ride, but I don’t swim much on a regular basis, and that needs to change. So I purchased a season pass to the community pool near where I live and went there for a swim of about 2/3 of a mile today.
It felt great and left me feeling a really good sore. After the swim I rewarded myself by lounging by the pool on a deck chair and reading for a bit. That’s where the dumbness comes in.
See, I have fairly pale skin, and I burn easily. I had no sunscreen on. But somehow I thought laying out in the sun at 1pm and reading for a while would be a good idea. Then I went home and sat in the sun some more.
And now I have lobstered myself.
Why do I get older, yet still repeat the same behaviors that cause me pain and discomfort? Like drinking too much, or rolling around in Poison Oak, for instance. Dumb dumb Aaron.
