Later that night I was in a lot of pain. I figured these are the reasons: 1. I had stayed up until 4am working two nights before, 2. I have been a major slacker in the exercising department. The day before I decided to go all out at the gym. I did 45 minute cardio and then my "Jessica Simpson" workout. It's the work out she did to get into shape for Dukes of Hazard and it's major kick butt. Needless to say I could hardly walk the next day. Well lucky me Daniel offered to give me an hour massage. What a sweetheart huh? Well this put us to bed way late. Daniel had to get up at 6am to go into work. When he woke up it was dark outside, so of course he had to turn on some sort of light. Daniel is also not known for quietly opening or shutting drawers and doors when he gets up early. Well it woke me up and man was I a grump. Later when I really woke up I immediately called Daniel and apologized for being so grumpy. I mean come on, the guy just gave you an hour massage the night before when he knew he had to get up early for work. Thankfully he wasn't mad at me:)
Daniel asked me to meet him for lunch that day. We were both irritated we were working on Saturday but we tried to make the best of it. Well Daniel had taken the car that morning so I had to catch the bus to meet him downtown at his work. I missed the bus by 4 minutes and the next one didn't come for 30 minutes. Well since I haven't been working out as much I decided this could be an opportunity to get some exercise in. I thought I could probably make it the 4 miles to Daniel's work before the next bus could get me there. As I started walking towards town the thought crossed my mind that maybe I should run home real quick and change my shoes. I was wearing Birk's with no socks. I decided to just go because now, in my mind, this was a race to beat the bus and going back home would take too much time. I felt fine for a few blocks. At a mile I starting getting really hot so I took off my jacket but it didn't help much because I was wearing a sweater underneath. At mile two my feet were killing me! At this point I was scolding myself for being so stupid and trying to walk this far in those shoes. At mile three I came upon a bus stop and thought I had gone far enough, and I was going to take the bus the rest of the way. I got into my purse to get out my OSU i.d. which gets me on the bus for free and it wasn't there. Well I wasn't going to pay when I knew I could ride for free so I continued to walk. Once I hit downtown my feet were numb. I'm a major people watcher so this distracted me. Just the day before Daniel decided to teach Isaiah about bums. When he said the word "bums" Isaiah giggled so Daniel changed the word to transients. I thought that was better anyway. Corvallis has quite a few transients for some reason. The first one I came upon was a very dark man, wearing all black clothes, and pushing a baby stroller with all his stuff in it. When I passed him he was smiling and seemed quite pleasant. As I came up to the transit station I was walking behind another transient. He pulled out a cigarette and lit up. He noticed I was behind him and stepped to the side and said, "sorry about the smoke," as he let me pass. I was so impressed. I don't think I have ever come across a single smoker who has ever cared one bit about blowing smoke in every one's faces. The last guy I saw was taking a nice nap in Corvallis' Central Park. It was a nice day and he seemed quite cozy. At this point I was now near campus and came upon the college students. All I saw were tight jeans, mini skirts (I know, like it's that warm out), and I heard a lot of foul language. So by the end of this walk I had huge blisters on the pads of my feet and a new appreciation for the transients of Corvallis.
That night Daniel and I went bowling at Corvallis' very out of date Highland Bowl. I'm not kidding this place is ancient looking. We encountered another interesting man. This was a dad bowling with his teenage looking boy and girl. This guy was intense. He would line up and get his perfect form. In his follow through he would kick his back leg all the way up in the air and to the side. This guy was like 6'5" and his arms extended below his knees. If he didn't knock down all the pins he would basically throw a fit. His daughter tried calming him down the entire time. I told Daniel I wasn't bowling when he went up in fear he might attack me. Anyway here are some pics of our night.
My form. Not so great.
Great follow through.
Daniel told me he hates the "awkward" walk back after bowling. I don't know what he's talking about. I usually take that opportunity to dance my way back:)
I'm not a big bowler but I might consider purchasing shoes. I feel so gross every time I have to put on those shoes that you know a million people have worn.
Can you believe that score?