A few days ago, I went to the Mall of New Hampshire and bought Still More Sweaters, a bag for my gym stuff (as the one I had been using, a 5 Euro purchase from last January, had zippers that were persistently separating), a pair of jeans and some socks. I'm a little unhappy about this, as they left the security device on the jeans, so I'll have to go back before I can wear them. However, one of the main reasons I had gone to the mall was to find someone with a good haircut so I could ask them where they had got it. I did in fact find a young woman with a very good haircut, and then I called the salon she recommended and asked for the stylist she recommended (who I think is the owner) and made an appointment. And she did in fact turn out to be good, which just goes to show that malls are good for something.
Afterward, I stopped at the Y, as it was on the way home, and it takes so bloody long to get to anywhere from home that I could not bring myself not to work out, even tho my arms were still very tired from picking at the ice on the driveway. I figured that since it was in the mid-30s today, this was my last chance to get it off for the next few days. Yes, I used tools.
I had intended to phone-it-in, since my goal is just to go 5 days this week, and I figure I can trade duration-and-frequency against intensity and come out at least even if not ahead. From the vantage point of the treadmill, I stopped a young woman who had helped me figure out the weird stepper I'd tried on a previous occasion, and I waved. I did not think she recognized me, but later she came over and used the treadmill next to me and we chatted for a while. I love when this happens. What is impossible when alone is easy if there's someone there willing to chat. And she was a very pleasant person to talk to; I hope to see her again soon, as she apparently works out at about the same time every day, and feels the same way about exercise partners as I do. In any event, I ran at 5 mph or faster for 34 minutes without stopping at all, which I think is a personal best for duration (unimpressive to anyone else, I realize).
I sit here now, comfortably tired, having finished another book and even posted a review, listening to the wind howl around the house and looking forward to a quiet evening at home, possibly watching Galaxyquest, which Roland has not yet seen, or Amelie, which I have not.