Tuesday, August 21, 2007

Hoofing it

Went hiking yesterday and damn nearly died. Our 3 hour adventure took us up behind the Hollywood sign and back down. At one point, we had views of Hollywood to our left and Burbank to our right. We were straddling two cities.

I am now in some pain, but not as much as I had anticipated due to the 2 Aleve I popped late last night.

It was fun though, but never hike with a 24 year old athlete, you're just asking for trouble. At times I felt like pelting my coworker Trish with the many rocks readily available on the trails. Three of us were dying hiking up the mountain, and there she was doing jumping jacks and literally running circles around us.

Anyway, we bonded and made her hike farther than she's ever gone (at that locale anyway) and she rewarded us by treating us to Gatorade. Nothing too good for us.

Sunday, August 19, 2007

My slim-down effort continues...

Went walking in Griffith Park today. I am now sore everywhere and cursing my wretched body but I'll keep going. Anything to fit into my pants.

And some of my coworkers and I will be hiking in the Hollywood Hills on Monday morning after work. That should be fun.

Friday, August 17, 2007


I actually went to the gym today and God granted me the favor of not letting me die of a heart attack.

Don't know why I stayed away so long.

Thursday, August 16, 2007

Giving up...

on eHarmony. I cancelled the damn thing. It sucks. I got more than 100 matches, none of whom I have anything in common with.

But on prompting from my scrapping friends, I have rejoined Catholic Singles. Too bad I can't really write a decent description of myself. Every time I start, nothing but meanness seems to come out. I'm sabotaging myself. Or maybe I'm just at a point where honesty just seeps out, and I really am a mean, bitter person. Oh and the fact that I just don't seem very Catholic anymore, what with my rants against the Church's leadership, just makes it a bit tricky to make myself out to be the nice Catholic girl anymore.

On a more optimistic note, I've joined some local walking/hiking groups on Meetup in the hopes of getting in shape. Afterall, the 100+ guys on eHarmony asking whether I work out or not is a telling sign that they think I may be fat. And here I'd been hoping I'd dazzle everyone with my big knockers.