Using a highly scientific method, I have been able to arrive at the conclusion that the reason my blog posts are so few and far between these days…is because I actually have someone to talk to that fully (I think) listens to my ramblings.
That sounds awfully pathetic, so let me explain further.
Everyday when Geoff comes home from work, the exchange goes a little something like this:
H: “How was your day?”
G: “Oh great, I ate 5 yogurts and threw some boxes at my co-worker, how was yours?”
H: “It was good.”
And then we both stare at each other silently for a few seconds, just waiting for it to happen. Sometimes it takes a gentle prod from Geoff to get me started, but typically just a little caffeine and a full work day where my only social interaction is with four cats is all that I need before the Heather-story-telling-cup runneth over. For
minutes err hours I ramble on and on, with minimal breaks for air, about my day, what I ate for lunch, what random current event I debated over someone’s facebook status update, what I wrote about for work, how many full ROM pull ups I completed on the door frame bar while passing through to the kitchen, the weather, what current Grumpy Cat meme had me giggling, what races I may or may not have registered us for, stupid youtube videos, Syria, my current thoughts on the soda tax, Puxatawney Phil’s grave miscalculations, the economy, why giraffe’s necks are so long, the government, and new shoes.
Typically, by the time I’m done rambling (which often extends through the drive to the gym, the entire lifting session, the car ride back home, the shower, and halfway through dinner) I’ve used up all of my good material, and have nothing left to write about. It’s winter, routine has settled in, cabin fever is rampant. I’m bored.
Geoff, on the other hand, could probably blog for DAYS with the content I forcefully spew at him. Poor guy.
ALAS MY LOYAL READERS….HAVE NO FEAR!
For tonight I start a new activity that will certainly give me PLENTY of fun stories to share. Assuming of course, I don’t break my neck and/or hands.
Tonight I start Parkour lessons.
What is parkour you ask? The official definition “Parkour is the physical discipline of training to overcome any obstacle within one’s path by adapting one’s movements to the environment.” I’ve also heard it described as “A sport in which you get from point A to point B in the easiest, simplest, way possible.” Call me crazy, but I thought that’s what running was for.
Anyway, the story goes like this: about a month ago, I stumbled upon this video on good ol’ facebook:
I showed Geoff. We both decided that it would be amazing to take parkour lessons (keep in mind, I can barely do a cartwheel) but moaned about how horrible this stupid little town is, and that we would have to wait until we moved somewhere much more progressive, and well, not Brattleboro Vermont. (Winter makes us very whiny. )
Fast forward to a few nights later.
We are at his sister’s house for dinner, when out of the blue she asks us if we want to take parkour lessons at the local circus school (yeah, who knew we had one of those? My bad for all of the smack talk, Brattleboro! ) It was as if the stars had aligned and the universe WANTED me to learn how to back flip over a park bench instead of simply walk around it. So, without even thinking twice, we registered, and tonight is lesson #1 of 11.
I’m excited and terrified. And fully aware that I’m going to look more like exhibit B (Ben Aaron, below) instead of exhibit A (Damien Walters, above)
Needless to say, I’m sure tomorrow, I’ll have something to talk about. Now…where did we put that full face helmet…