And I shall go forth, in forge in my soul the uncreated conscience...oops, wrong story.

[ellid]

Actually, tomorrow I'm taking the Peter Pan bus to Boston to avoid the IMPENDING SNOW OMGWTFPOLARBEAR STORM that has everyone and his Aunt Matilda swooning. Normally I'd drive, but after my last experience driving home in the late afternoon/early evening on the Pike in a snowstorm,* I decided to err on the side of caution and enrich the heirs and assigns of Peter Picknelly by riding in the climate controlled splendor of a large green vehicle called The Dancing Ostrich or whatever they're naming their buses these days.

I'm going to see Dr. McKenna at Mass Eye and Ear for a touching base appointment about the neuroma; according to my latest MRI it hasn't grown (and actually seems to have shrunk somewhat), but the New Year's day vertigo attack really bothered me and I wanted to see what the doctor thinks.

Beyond that, am up to 90 pounds on hip abductors, thirty pounds on triceps, and 25 minutes on the exercise bike at 85% heart rate. I actually *missed* exercising this weekend, so may go in on Saturday for a little bit. I wonder if it's possible to be addicted to exercise?













*Arisia last year, when for some reason they stopped plowing just west of Worcester. C and I were coming back from Arisia, and after I realized that not only had the Pike not been plowed, it hadn't been salted, sanded, or anything else, I pulled onto Route 32 and took the long way home through Palmer. DO NOT WANT.

Comments

[hugh-mannity.livejournal.com]

But... but... there's nothing important west of Worcester. :D

I've driven Boston to Pittsfield and back in a snowstorm. Left home at midnight, got back at about 8:00am. It was... interesting... but not something I feel any need to repeat.

[varianor.livejournal.com]

That's neat that the neuroma may have shrunk. Safe journeys!

[samantha-vimes.livejournal.com]

Sounds like you've reached that lovely point where your body has learned it feels better for working out and craves it. But not the addiction level, which is when people absolutely have to get the Runner's High and do high intensity exercise for 8 hours on end. Very few people ever get that way and unless you have serious body issues (which I think can be a factor) or a history of addiction, I wouldn't worry about it

[tena524.livejournal.com]

And we barely got a dusting up in the hinterlands...

But speaking of god-awful drives in blizzards, my worst drive was back up from Mom's old place in NY after she got out of stroke rehab (and we'd finally found a home aide after 5 weeks of searching). I drove from Pleasantville to White Plains and back to pick up a new medication, slip sliding all the way in Alan's pickup truck, then still had the stupidity/desperate-homesickness to leave in blinding storm at 3:30 in the afternoon and head north. At least had the (admittedly limited) good sense to stick to major highways, but did some interesting inadvertent 360's on 495, nor was I the only one doing so. And this in spite of the occasional plow/salt/sand.

Normally a 5 to 6 hour drive, I finally reached the bottom of my street at 1 am. Concord still hadn't plowed up our way (normal), so our lovely dead end road was covered in roughly 20 inches of snow (above knee high). I had to call and wake up Alan to come help put snow chains on to make the last 10th of a mile. Of course, as soon as the chains were on, the plow came. Timing is everything.