weapons of massdistraction

In the “too much of a good thing” department, I don’t think my poor body is ready for the next level. Yesterday morning I was so pleased to find the gym nearly empty, due to daylight savings, that I took my workout up a notch. Or two. Or maybe three. After my standard block of time on the treadmill I actually ran around the track (usually I gently lope around it). I don’t know what got into me but I went at it full bore until I thought my heart would burst from my chest, kind of Aliens-style but without the wee little alien. Afterwards I went home but didn’t have time for lounging. I took a quick shower and then we went back out, hoofing it around Highland Park with the Twin Cities flickr photowalk crew. Good times were had but I’m paying the price. I’m all hurty. My left hip aches and I’ve been limping around like an old woman. This morning I could’ve used a little more sleep, some time to recuperate. But my internal chronometer was already thrown out of whack. The little man woke up at 4:45am Saturday morning. And remained awake until his usual bedtime that night. Sadly this didn’t make our Monday morning wake up call any less painful. I have a feeling we’ll both be turning in early tonight.

Bonus: The lad finally has a flickr photostream of his own. It’s good to see him using my trusty old Olympus, but he will need to take better care of it. I caught him climbing around yesterday with it dangling from his neck, bouncing against a concrete guard rail. Sigh.
Plus: Broiled asparagus really is better.
And: Recently I mentioned that the Minneapolis Library branch nearest my office was closed, due to budget cuts. What I didn’t know? There was also talk of tearing it down. Thankfully the city stepped in, vowing to preserve the building. Architect Ralph Rapson is still alive and kicking. It would be a shame for him to bear witness to another of his creations being destroyed.