Training at ‘The Firm’ starts on August 14th and runs until September 22nd. I’m kind of shocked that it is six weeks long. I really figured it would be about five weeks, with one week in Philly and four in Florida. This is going to end up being one week in Philly with six in Florida. I’m going to be living there, in a hotel. I’m going to have to get a hobby, besides drinking that is.
Is there rowing in Orlando?
Not really sure what my issue is here… I can’t seem to purchase the correct pair of pants from express. Everytime I go, I find something I like, I try it on, I buy it. Then it dosn’t fit when I get home. I mean… my ass looks good but the pants are too short. Too much sock is showing. Very upsetting.
Once again my head is spinning with the amount of things that need to be done before we move into the apartment. Aside from getting the signed lease back in on time, we have to figure out the utils, who is living where, get everything turned on and paid for, get insurance, and coordinate the move. Oh and start forwarding my mail, again, for the third time in three months. I really hope this is the last time in a long time that I have to do this shit.
18 days and it’ll all be worth it.
I don’t want to Jinx it, but I think I have finally found a home. The Glen is in Manayunk, about a mile up from main street. We passed the application process and are set to sign a lease sometime this week. If all goes well I will be moved in by the 1st!
It was kind of funny when you think about it. Last night Leitz and I decided to go out for a ride. We were having a decent day, and we were on the return trip. I was riding in front and I was trying to show off that I can ride no hands (I’ve been practicing 🙂 ). Anyway as I look back to see if Leitz is laughing or not I see a car coming. So I decide that I need to get closer to the edge of the road (both hands are on the handlebars don’t worry). My issue was I got too close to the edge and my front tire slipped off into the gravel. I sort of paniced and tried to get it back up onto the road (instead of just pulling off and stopping.) At this point the road decides to go up, as the gravel does down so there is a six inch step. One very loud pop later and I’m on the ground with my head and left side of my body dragging. Somehow I managed to pop both my feet out and get up quickly! Amazlingly I look down at the bike, and the only problem is the flat tire.
I was all bloody and my wrist was hurting but no real harm. After spending upwards of about 20 minutes trying to change the tube in my tire, we start to ride home. We get to the light just before my house, and we had to stop so I unclipped and kind of leaned my weight on my left side, my hand buckled and I fell, hitting the same side of my body. I decided at that point that I was having a bad day, and I should just go to sleep. I managed to scrape up both my shifters. At this point I was so mad that I get into something way worse 2 miles before and I sustained no real damange to the bike, but I fall at a light and scratch up my shifters and handlebars. I was just like okay, day over, going to bed.
I have achieved 40.5mph on my bike. Now for 50…
Most of you won’t agree with this, but after my trip to Vegas I managed to gain a few pounders. Along with that my body fat percentage reached new proportions, which was highly upsetting.
I would just like to say that as of today, I am back to normal ::whew::. I thought I was on track to becoming a fatty in my post college years.