A Saturday like today is exactly why I need to be on some sort of training plan that is associated with a group that keeps me accountable. Not that there is anything shameful about sleeping in for a couple of Saturdays after the Boston Marathon. It is just that it is obvious that I am not really the get out of bed early and get things done kind of girl that I like to think I am.
I stayed up late-ish watching Inglorious Basterds, which is TWO AND A HALF hours long, by the way. That is where I draw the line. There are three movies or move trilogies to which I will give more than two hours of my time. These are: The Godfather (only I and II), Giant, and Lord of the Rings (all three and my dream is that they will all be shown in immediate succession at the local IMAX so that I can take my sleeping bag and pillow, buy some Raisinettes and camp out for the best night of my life). I love myself some Gandalf.
Anyway, I had to call Inglorious Basterds at an hour and 45 minutes. I am going to finish it tonight, because I am many things but not a quitter. Last night, however, it would have taken a personal phone call from Quentin Tarantino expressing his heartfelt desire that I finish watching, because the last 45 minutes were the greatest known to film. For all the violence, gore and "killin' Nazis", it is a rather dull film. Also, throughout the film, Brad Pitt sounds as if he is impersonating Will Ferrell impersonating George W. Bush. So, it's kind of funny. I will say, however, that I felt some amount of personal vindication watching Nazis get brutally killed. Hhhmmm, I didn't really know that about myself, but maybe none of us do and maybe that is the point of Quentin Tarantino's film. If so, you are a sly one, Quentin.
Today, it has rained a deluge. I had a hair appointment and enjoyed a slow drive in the rain with a cup of coffee. At home, I put Ivan down for a nap, but he was woken by thunder three different times before his nap was completely sabotaged.
Now, I will not bore you with the misery and terror of a napless two year old, but it was like something out of Inglorious Basterds, no blood, thank goodness, but it was pretty bad.
I was finally able to get on the trainer at 4:30 PM. Ivan was awake and I attempted to watch the Kentucky Derby while Ivan ran about tooting his hunt horn. It was a ridiculous excuse for a trainer ride. It was just an even small chain ring, cadence of 75 ride. I burned 157 calories and rode about 10.7 miles. Whatever.
Now, the Derby was just fascinating to me this year, because I watch Jockeys. Jockeys is just one of the best reality shows on television and I have a learned A TON about the alternate lifestyle a Jockey leads. At the Derby today, three of the Jockeys and one of the horses that I remembered and followed on the show were at the race. Mike Smith, Garrett Gomez (who has been in rehab 10 time for cocaine, but is the winningest jockey of all time) and Joe Talamo (whose horse got pulled from the Derby at the last minute in 2009). The horse I followed was Mine That Bird. So, I loved the race, though none of my Jockeys won.
In the only exciting news of the day, I did get a new pair of shorts from Craft at a bike shop opening in Franklin. Mac's Harpeth Bikes carries some really good gear from Craft. My trainer ride today marks the first time I have ridden my bike without my shorts crawling into my nether regions. So a good day, Right??
Pics of Ivan playing in the rain puddles!!
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