Today I farted and the world did not end.
I farted on the leg press machine and, you know what?
No body cared.
One woman looked in my direction, instinctively, and just shrugged her shoulders as if to say ‘Yeah, it happens’.
It was oddly liberating!
Will I make a point to do it again? No, of course not. That’s gross.
But I ain’t gonna stress about it, either.
[Yes, this post was entirely about farts. Don’t pretend to be so surprised]
I did it and I feel like a perve.
Well, no, not really. But I was thinking about this morning’s dream all day.
WTF is gym lube?
I think I slipped it into a sentence at one stage, too. Well, less slipped and more blurted. But, the conservation continued without acknowledgement so who knows.
So, once I was home, I Googled it…
And the results were… uninspired.
No scandalous story to read here.
But I still have no idea what my dream was about. Lame.
Do you think in pictures or words?
When you read “the brown cow waddled to the gate” do you picture the cow walking, or do the words swirl around in your head?
Usually, I see a version of what’s being described – like a movie playing out in my bed. Every now and then there’ll be a key word that just flashes – as a word – and that’s what sticks in my memory. Not the pictures, just the word.
Once I learned this, it made studying so much easier. Learn the keyword prompts that will get the movie to play in your head, so you can put it down on paper. Super.
But then there are strange times like this morning. I have no idea what I was dreaming about, but I woke with the words “GYM LUBE” at the forefront of my mind. Big, white letters on a plain black background.
I have no idea what that means.
There’s definitely a Google search warranted, but not until after work tonight. This isn’t the sort of thing to look up on your work phone, on an overcrowded public bus…
There’s nothing quite like having an entire room at the gym to yourself on a Sunday morning.
I was happy to be a loner in the cardio theatre for a big chunk of my workout this morning.
The weights floors had a few people, but still pretty empty.
Lesson learned: always make time for a Sunday morning train!
Since getting back home in the city for New Years, I’ve been able to get back to the gym a bit. It’s great – Wellington’s not really a summer destination so everyone clears out of the city and places like the gym are empty. You’re almost guaranteed to get the gear you’re after. No waiting. It’s great.
But when the sun comes out, you have to make the most of it – get outside and enjoy the fresh air!
We’ve had a run of good weather recently (except New Years Eve, because this is Wellington and that would have been too easy. See earlier ‘not really a summer destination’ comment) so we planned to have a walk around to the seal colony at Red Rocks.
There weren’t any seals – it’s the completely wrong time of year (we’d need to be there in winter). But the walk was good.
Great company. Good views.
Nice start to the day.
Learned a couple of things today, too.
- Bees like purple. Don’t have purple on or around your crotch. This can lead to very tense moments.
- Always wear sunblock. Always. And it you think you have enough on, put some more on anyway.
- You don’t have to sit down to get sand in your pants, unfortunately. (WTF? Wellington, you’re a creepy kind of windy). Also, bonus lesson: you never grow out of it.
Yup. You learn something new everyday.
What did you get up to today?
What did you learn?