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jarts: internet lawn defense league

halfway down the stairs is the stair where i sit

I woke up this morning irritated by everything, but especially the "fake geek girl" meme, the dearth of female characters in epic fantasy, and Objectivist/ev-psych claptrap.

You would be proud of me. Rather than taking out my frustrations by picking fights on the internets (well, okay, there was a little bitching on twitter, and this blog post last night over at the Wordpress blog) I went out and applied my belligerence to our &^%(*^%*&^% 2/3rds of an acre of lawn. (We have a tiny little 20" push mower. It's a workout.)

End result: lawn mowed, my exercise for the day accomplished, multiple funnel-web spiders discommoded (poor things), and 0 slapfights engaged in. *throws horns*

Yesterday I ran 7.6 miles in 85 minutes, which is an accomplishment. It would have been closer to 82 minutes, but I had to walk up part of a hill. I consumed half a bag of lemon energy chews and a bottle of Sobe in the process, and determined that my cheap-ass water carrier works better than expected. I don't recognize the me that uses such consumer tchotchkes, but a little carbohydrate along the way really did seem to help.

So that was worth 1100 calories.

Best features of the run included a blue heron, a calico kitty, and a metalhead walking along the sidewalk playing air guitar to his headphones. Rock on, metalhead.

Comments

Yes, on your excellent blog post. There is entirely too much history and not nearly enough herstory. I would think mowing a tall lawn with a push mower would be a better overall workout than vacuuming or sweeping the carport, which is what I have to resort to -- no push mower and no lawn to speak of. Re your music playlist for running, do you have a hard time not running in time with the music? --'cos I sure do.
I figure if I'm running in time to the music, it's more like dancing. And unlike running, I like dancing.

(Actually, I'm kind of starting to not mind running so much*. That only took twenty years.)

*I used to like it as a kid, and then had joint troubles and suspect got conditioned to think running hurts.