danceboy

Or rather, why I hurt last night, when I promised

minerva42 to record this for posterity. Anyway, here goes:

Friday morning I didn't have much planned in the way of physical activity, so I lifted weights for a while.
At lunch time my boss invited me to go for a run. I forgot that he's faster than I am. His "out for a run pace" is my "I could go faster, but this isn't easy" pace. We ran 6 miles at an 8:20 pace. Honestly, I would have run with him anyway; it was a gorgeous day.
When I got back from the run, I had email informing me that there was a parkour open gym that night starting at 7:30. There was this adult-sized jungle gym to go over and through and around and stuff. I did enough to kind of rip up one hand. I taped it up, and did enough more to wear through the tape a bit. It was so much fun. I was working on this thing where you run, jump, grab a bar and swing around to go over a different bar, let go, keep swinging around, catch the second bar, and keep going. I kind of got it by the end.
Then we took the adult sized jungle gym apart. I got to bed by 1 AM.

Also, totally unrelated; since I joined the borg, I've been bumping into people at work that I know socially that I didn't know were co-workers about once a day. Last night was the first time that I bumped into a co-worker that I didn't know was in my social circles.

ricevermicelli pointed out that she's unsure whether I've joined a company or a frat...