So Bush has kicked off his re-election campaign, Kerry has all but locked up the Democratic nomination, and now the country gets to witness eight months of campaigning. Sigh.
I’ve always said that I hate politics, but maybe it’s not the concept as much as it is the implementation. The workings of the government are pretty interesting, but I can’t stand the bickering it takes to get to the point where you can actually do something. Every four years, for months in a row, I feel inundated with candidate after candidate pandering for my vote. I’d be so incredibly happy if campaigning were limited to just the month of October. One month is about the extent of my patience for politicians and their rhetoric.
This afternoon I get to go get my hair cut in the same “upscale” Rice Village shopping center where a woman was shot yesterday. Fun.
Last night I wasn’t going to work out, because I was feeling very blah. George and Ginger came over to check out my bike (the hybrid one I bought out in California; George may buy it from me, then I can go get a mountain bike!), then I fixed some dinner, then I watched TV. At 9, Newlyweds came on (so sue me, I love that show) and after five minutes of watching at Jessica Simpson and her skinny, skinny self prance around the screen, I had guilted myself into my running clothes. I still didn’t want to run, so I compromised by doing a half hour on the elliptical machine. The exercise room was empty, so I got to continue to watch silly Newlyweds while huffing and puffing and ellipticalling. Afterwards, I decided to try a pull-up or two, since upper body strength is what’s holding me back most at the rock gym. I’m a solid 5.9 climber, but don’t know that I’ll get to 5.10 without bigger biceps! Anyway, man. My arms are still sore from climbing on Monday. That’ll teach me to take three weeks off.
Today I’m in search of four white lab coats for our 10K centipede this weekend. They are harder to find than you think!!
