PB and Virtual Biking

I realize that PB can stand for a numerous amount of things, such as peanut butter, per barrel, lead, and pottery barn, but in this blog it could only mean pickle ball. I love all raquet sports, and pickle ball is no exception. Only it's a paddle and not a raquet. Same with ping-pong. Which I'm taking a class in next quarter. Anyway, I played pickle ball for the first time in like three years and it was amazing. I forgot how much I loved it. You know when like...you haven't done something in a couple years, maybe three, and you forget how amazing it is...? That's how it was with pickle ball, and I dominated my two tall friends, and this other guy I met who was really good. Except he actually ended up winning, but it was an awesome match and I think it was 14-12 in the end.

After a solid hour and a half of reliving my underclassmen P.E. days of high school, I decided that I still needed to work off the chicken cordon bleu I had for dinner last night. And the two tacos. And the wrap from lunch. So I parted with my friends and headed upstairs to do my new favorite thing at the rec center - virtual biking. It's this clever system where people from all over the place can create an account with a phone number for a user name. Then every time you go work out, you just sign in on this little TV screen and select one of over 30 courses, ranging from beginner to advanced cycling. It gives you the map of the course, so you'll know when the elevation is increasing and such. You can also set a speed for a pacer cyclist, and if you've done the course before your 'ghost' will bike the course again with you.

Basically it's a great work out, and my ear buds don't pull out of my ears like they do when I'm on the treadmill. Also I don't play air drum or air guitar or air bass as much as I do on the treadmill, which I was recently informed that it's quite noticeable.

After pushing and sitting up multiple times and dumb belling a little bit, I bought a delicious mango smoothie. Now for a dinner that I'll get to work off tomorrow!

Ramblin' Man out.

The SURC Pit Girls

Justin Jonson and I were just recently overly smothered in the likes of multiple overly hyper college girls. I know, two exaggerations in one sentence, how low can one go? Although they were only here for maybe 10 minutes, it felt like maybe 10 lifetimes. I've only been alive for a fifth of one lifetime, and I'm 19 years-old. It felt like a long time. They were loud, obnoxious, and touchy with one another. One of them was tickled off the sofa by another. She fell hard, and I can't say I wasn't amused. Because that would be lying. It took a great deal of effort to restrain the laughter that was building up inside of my entire body. I think what stopped me was the fact that she was also laughing. Immediately it wasn't funny anymore. I wanted the humiliation back in the atmosphere. It was gone, however, and I was left to slowly shake my head in Justin's direction. He showed we were sharing similar thoughts by repeating my actions.

Haven't eaten anything all day, still have to wait for another half an hour...maybe that's why I'm a little cranky. Maybe it's because I've had to pee since the end of my chem class at 2. Why haven't I peed? It seems silly to hold back on relieving one's self doesn't it...

I have no more plans for Halloween. I was planning on a road trip down to Provo, Utah for the time of my life, only to have those plans spit on, crumpled up, lit on fire, and had the ashes urinated on by both sets of Justin and my parents. It would've been awesome being the Mystery Kids, but now I don't know what I'm gonna do. Maybe I'll go home and have some of my mom's famous chili and eat my weight in various chocolates...I don't really wanna give them the time of day though seeing as they don't think I'm even responsible enough to make a 10 hour trip driving. Who knows, maybe I'm being stubborn and close-minded about why they couldn't let me take the car they bought with the money they got from my car they volunteered for the failed stimulus that was supposed to be Cash for Clunkers. Thanks Obama, now I can't see my girlfriend for another month. I am happy for my parents though, they needed an efficient car to drive the 20 minutes to and from work multiple times every day...

Not bad for my first blog I think, so I'll call that good for the day.

Ramblin' Man out.