Walking and Drinking
Nothing was made clearer today at work, but I did make things clearer for myself outside of the job. First off, I opted-out of my gym membership. With the uncertainty of the job looming overhead and the fact that I haven’t made it into the gym in the two or three weeks since I signed up, I decided it was not the right time to have that bill hanging over us. I decided that if and when I wanted to exercise I could find other ways, ways that didn’t cost money. So, when I got home, to try and take my mind off of the work situation, I decided to go for a walk.
Up here in New Hampshire there seems to be plenty of places to walk. As I was trekking along the side of old Route 3 into Bedford it occurred to me that walking didn’t cost me any money and it had just the same effect as going to the gym. I walked about 3 miles roundtrip. There were hills involved and I kept a steady pace. About the only thing I should’ve done, but didn’t, was pick up the pace for a minute or two to really get my heart pumping.
After walking I made myself a crazy dinner: Chicken pan-fried for about two minutes a side and then covered with mozarella, pepporoni, and salsa and ketchup (to make up for the fact that we had no tomato sauce in the house, which I thought we did). It didn’t come out at all like I thought it would, but it was still pretty good.
I decided to go out after that, to unwind. I had me some drinks and some entertainment at a place down the road and I felt better. I only had three or four Smirnoff Ices, (they were only two bucks, too) but I felt like a rebel. I hadn’t drunk that much since last October at the Bradford Reunion.