As much as I love being social and hanging out with my friends, sometimes you just need some time to yourself to recharge, renew and revitalise.
Friday
I have to say that it was a pretty relaxing weekend spent doing what I want to do. Since I had done all of my errands on Thursday, I was able to get right into bed for my after work nap on Friday. The weather promised to be extra nice and it was. Nearly 75 degrees by the time I got out to Centennial Park. It was an absolutely perfect day for a run around the lake, and since it was still quite early it wasn’t overly populated, just a few soccer moms and some retirees.
I did about 3 miles in a good paced run, then slowed it down to a walk for my second time around the lake. I would have been glad to spend the rest of the day out there but too much of anything can be a bad thing. I headed back home for a quick shower and change, and then decided to get some sushi from Sakura.
I was emailing Deb back and forth all day. He said he would be very busy this weekend and we probably wouldn’t meet up. Quite frankly, I was glad. Three weeks ago I said that I was interested in getting into a relationship, today I’m feeling like I don’t want the bother. I hate trying to plan things with other people, especially people who are flaky and unreliable. Not saying that he is flaky, because he isn’t. I think I feel a certain way about him. We have a lot in common, which is important to any relationship but I think he brings a lot of baggage that I am not in the mood for. Plus, he really doesn’t have a stimulating personality. He’s technically smart but doesn’t lend much to a conversation. I’m not sure how else I could describe it. Really, this could be my same syndrome that I do with anything. When I first get something I like it and then after awhile I get bored with it and find reasons not to like it anymore: just like I do with apartments.
I think my concerns are warranted though. You should read these lame ass emails he sends me. I asked him, “How was your weekend?” He responds, “It was great. Thank you for asking.” He asks, “What are you doing today?” I tell him what I’m up to. He says, “I hope your day goes according to plan.” End of conversation. Even when we speak face to face our conversations are dry like this. I thought it was a case of he’s just not that into me but he still keeps calling me, so I don’t know.
Anyway, I sat in the sushi restaurant for awhile and then decided not to go to the movies like I originally planned. I guess all that fresh air really got to me. I was so damn tired, plus I planned on going into work early Saturday morning to make up some hours.
Saturday
Well, I never made it into work, which is a testament to how tired I was. I woke up at 5 and was like, no, I need more sleep. Six AM. No, need more sleep. I had to force myself to get up at 7 because I planned to go on a day hike with my hiking club. The crazy thing was after I got all ready, I got an email that said the hike was cancelled, right when I was getting back into bed, they sent an email that said the hike was back on. Make up your fucking mind!
I signed up to hike part of the Appalachian Trail, Crampton’s Gap, Fox Gap, Turner’s Gap and the original Washington Monument. I was so dumb, when I read the description I thought we were hiking from the country to the city. I was confused by the Washington Monument part, but then I soon realised there is another Washington Monument, a different one.
Anyway, the hike turned out to be way more than I expected. The hiking group is pretty good about describing what the hike is about: how long, the elevation, the terrain, how difficult or easy it might be, and how fast the group plans on going. Okay, first of all, the hike was described as flat. For some reason, I thought flat ground, not flat elevation. The ground was super rocky. It was so jagged and crooked that my knees and ankles started to hurt after awhile. Then the bottom of my feet started to hurt from the hardness of the rocks. I kept accidentally kicking the rocks, and it was so bone jarring I could feel it in my teeth.
The distance was supposed to be 12.3 miles, and that was not a problem for me. It was the rocks. The next time I go hiking I have to make sure the terrain is smooth. I can do dirt, mud, grass, whatever. The rocks? No way. I can even do hills, but not rocks. Luckily, this group does a wide variety of hikes. I should have no problem finding a hike that isn’t over a jagged mess of rocks.
But it was actually quite awesome. I would not describe myself as a nature lover. I like hiking because of the exercise. It took us 7 hours to do 12.3 miles, including the breaks we took.
I was assed out tired by the time I got home. I barely had the strength to boil an egg for dinner. I had signed up to do a night hike around the monuments to see them under the full moonlight of the supermoon but there was no way in the universe I would have the energy to do that. Instead I went to bed.
Sunday
I made it into the office to do those extra hours and then I came home to sleep my life away. I also finished all the Netflix movies I had. By 3PM I was tired of laying around so I decided to do some exploring. I went to Lake Elkhorn in Columbia, only I was trying to get to Sewells Pond. I thought I followed the map correctly but apparently I went left when I should have gone right. I ended up at Lake Elkhorn, which I did not know existed. I’m glad I found it because I’ve seen it several times from the highway and I didn’t know what it was. I like little paths like this. They are also great places to run, especially in the evening hours. There are always plenty of people around and it’s easy to mark your miles.
I stayed out there for a few hours and then came home to clean up the house that was become too cluttered for my likes. I also decided to try out this kebab place that’s in the neighbourhood. Ugh. Never again. It wasn’t the worst thing I’ve ever eaten. It was actually okay, but the problem is that the woman was so extraordinarily rude. There was a customer in front of me who didn’t speak English well. She was screaming at him that he had to sign his receipt or she wouldn’t get paid. “You sign. Sign this, or we don’t get money!” The guy was clearly confused. When it was my turn, she took my order with a stony face like I was ordering surgery or something. Then after I paid, I changed my mind but it was going to be the same price, and I noticed that she was just getting the food from some pre-made pans anyway.
I said, “Can I have the bread instead of the rice?” She said, “I already made your plate.” Okay, but you didn’t hand me the food yet. Can’t you just put the rice back in the pot and give me the bread that’s sitting right there? Why is that hard? Then she said, “Why you didn’t say this before?” Okay, I didn’t know that I wanted bread until I saw how good it looked. She made such a big deal that I said, “Okay, I’ll just buy some extra bread.” “Yeah, you pay for it.” I started to be like, “Bitch, keep your bread,” but you don’t fight rudeness with more rudeness, and besides she still had my food.
When I got home, the food did not look as good as it did in the restaurant. The lamb was not spicy. Not even pretend spicy. I don’t think she gave me spicy lamb. It was overcooked. The spinach looked like laundry. It was not good. For food that only passable and her shitty ass attitude, I won’t be going back.
I thought about making this a three day weekend, but I think I’ll save that for later on. It’s going to be dreary and cooler this week, but I’m still going to get something out of it. I have a lunch date later this week (not with Debonair), so we’ll see how this goes and it’s also time for cherry blossoms.
