I'm beat, man. The most I've exercised since I've been here was our hike up to Signal Hill, which was basically climbing up dirt bike paths the wrong way, straight up the side of a hill. Other than my daily routine of pushups and crunches, I haven't really exercised at all. So today when I went and ran through the Botanical Gardens nearby for around 25 min or so (including a sweet hill to sprint up) and then some solid pickup ultimate frisbee later in the day, I could feel how my fitness has slipped in the past two weeks. My friends all went and played dodgeball and I didn't have the drive to continue this whole "being active" thing. Tomorrow, I've got to walk over two miles across town to get to the indoor tennis center, where some guy wants to hit with me and gauge how good I am. I haven't played in three weeks, so I'm gonna look so shitty. Pile that on top of my slipping fitness and my explosive speed muscles which are sure to be sore tomorrow, and I might be a mess. But maybe kiwis aren't that into tennis and I'll look fairly good in comparison. We shall see.
Honestly though, I miss exercise. I fucking miss camp, too (STILL!!!). I miss knowing that I'll have time for a run through the desert terrain, and maybe get to a sweet view at the end. A breathtaking view becomes even more so when you're out of breath upon seeing it. I need to wear socks all the time, because well obviously because it's cold here, but also because if I look at my feet I see my fading flip flop tan. This causes me great sadness and that sucks. I can't help but be without socks in the shower, so this it's always the best and worst part of my day.
Speaking of showers and things associated with showers, I saw an Axe commercial the other day, the one where the slogan is "even angels will fall". I know you all know that one. Well I saw that same commercial here, but the product they were selling is called Lynx. It's a shower gel, just the same as Axe, but it's New Zealand and it's the cheapest one on the shelves. I have come to the obvious conclusion that Lynx IS Axe. Cool huh? Shut up, I thought it was.
I've talked with a few friends back home about how good writing down your thoughts can be. I think they're right, writing this all is very therapeutic. However, I'm not sure about the merits of putting your thoughts down and then immediately posting them to the internet. Who thought that was a good idea? Apparently me.
Tomorrow I have tickets to see the All Blacks take on Fiji. That's a New Zealand rugby team against one from Fiji. There's like some crazy political shit going on with this match too, but I'm not real up to date on that stuff. It's going to be sweet, though. We have like face paint and stuff and some people went out and bought All Blacks gear. I'm super excited. I would go out and buy some gear, but a simple jersey costs at least $100 and that seems ridiculous to me.
Oh and the Speight's tour that I had mentioned last time was super boring. The kiwi had such a thick accent I couldn't understand what he was saying. I could tell he was trying to make jokes because he would laugh at them himself but I could not bring myself to laugh since I did not understand. The tour was totally worth it though, because at the end they lead us into this room with a bar and all these glasses set out. The guy went and got more glasses and told us to have at the bar. We basically had an open self-serve bar for half an hour. THAT'S how you get your money's worth at the Speights tour.
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