Tuesday, August 22, 2006

A Few Of My Favorite Things (NOT!)

This is the part of the show where you come to realize how whiny, petty, and judgmental Greyhound can be. But, it's my blog, and if you don't like it, then there is a little box with an "x" in the upper right hand corner that will solve our problem. If, however, you are inspired to vent your own little list of not-so-favorite things, that is what we have comments for.

NOT my favorite things:

1. Waking up at 2:15, 3:15 and 3:45 during a recovery week when I get to "sleep in" until quarter past four.

2. The smell of bacon wafting on the air when I know I will be eating oatmeal.

3. Humidity so stifling at 0500 that I need a shower after just walking out on my porch.

4. Sitting at my desk while a bead of perspiration rolls down my spine.

5. The phalanx of smokers outside the entrance to every downtown office building.

6. Knowing my health insurance rates include the mortality and disease data of the regiment of smokers waddling to and from their offices so they can pay for cable TV and a couch.

7. The phone ringing, again, and . . . again . . . . (wait for it) . . . . and again.

8. Stale coffee.

9. Smelling red beans and rice (with huge sausage link, cheese and onions) when I know I will be eating salad.

10. Houston in August (a sweating, smoking, cholesterol ingesting, incessant ringing, tepid stale coffee, inner ring of normality hell).


Nytro said...

i see you're in a good mood this morning.

things i hate:

1- bandaids on the bottom of the pool... in the lane i'm swimming in. my own dead skin i can handle. someone elses nasty-ass bandaid in my lane? not. so. much.

2- other peoples bubbles. i'm thinking of writing a post on this. there's nothing more disturbing than swimming through someone elses bubbles. this is why i struggle drafting.

3- spam. the fake meat and the email.

Flatman said...

Here, here...on all accounts! (especially the insurance issues)

Iron Pol said...

Come join me on a long run, someday. Thanks to a brilliant group in my home town, all the smokers are now outside the bars, instead of in them. Net result, constantly find myself running through a haze of smoke. I like to point out to them that they are "saving" the smokers at the expense of joggers.

Sometimes, a good rant is needed. It clears the mind for the positive thoughts needed during long training sessions.

Curly Su said...

can i tell you how much i love that you used 'normality' instead of 'normalcy'? the latter wasn't actually a word until a certain president accidentally coined in his campaign slogan...i don't know why that dumb fact has always stuck with me, but it has...

and yeah, the sweat dripping down parts of your body when you're not DOING ANYTHING...that sucks.

one thing you southerners should be thankful for though (and i totally didn't appreciate it nearly enough when i was down there): CENTRAL AIR!!!!

Anonymous said...

Vat yoo need is de kettle bell vurkout in de Bikram schoodio, no? Den de leetle swet on de back she feel goot, ya?


the Dread Pirate Rackham said...

What is it, whiner week? I'm detecting a theme here...

I hate
* working reeely freaking hard to come in LAST
* telling someone who has no concept of which end of the running shoe touches the ground about a recent race only to have them say, "I guess you suck then, eh?"
* Beige!

I'll counter with:

I love
* couch potatoes who subsidize my gym membership by paying their membership fees but then have the decency never to appear at the gym - I don't need their sweat on my equipment!
* greyhound's Blog!
* a challenge.

Habeela said...

Ughhh! Number 9 is just AWFUL!

mishele k said...

Houston sucks in August-- but it's making you that much more of a badass. At least, that's what I tell myself or I'd never make it out the door.

Just keep dreaming of a cold front like the rest of us... :(

JustJunebug said...

#9 and #10 are DEFINITELY ones that I am just beside myself on....

Hang in there...its almost Sept...[laughing because i know that makes no difference here in Houston!]

greyhound said...

Now that's what I'm talking about. I need some comment love from the Houstonians. **sob** They just don't understand what it's like here. **sob sob sob**