Office Bonk

I didn't think it was possible to bonk when I wasn't even exercising, but I think it might be happening. I have to think about, and then work hard at, the simple act of typing this. Last day I skip lunch for no good reason.

Cycles

On Fridays in particular (for no reason that I know of), I like to look through the Minnesota Historical Society's Online Photo Collection and see what I can find. It's interesting to see the ways that Minneapolis and St. Paul have aged – sometimes staying remarkably the same, and sometimes losing all trace of the past.

I searched for street cars and was looking through the images. The cars themselves are interesting - the interiors, with their ornate cushions reminding us of how utilitarian our world has become while at the same time reminding us that some things, like overhead advertising, don't change all that much in a century. But what is most interesting are the environments the cars are in. There are a few shots of Minneapolis from 1910 and 1923 that remind me how much really has changed. I've walked, driven and ridden my bike by both of these intersections and any trace of what was once there is all but gone now.

Some days I wonder what it will be like when the landmarks of our youth are razed in the name of progress, and the collective memory of our generation slowly drifts into the backwaters of time.

Now what?

This will be short, mostly to ease my mind (if it does that). We saw a house last night. Looked pretty good. Had all the things we technically wanted in a house, but I'm not sure if it had that ... "spark". Neither Kerry, nor I, can figure out if we're being overly rational and cautious, if we're just nervous about a big purchase. Maybe our guts are telling us something. Maybe it's just that the price is higher than we had initially budgeted for.

Anyone with house buying experience have any advice? Do you just know, like our realtor has assured us? Is this like dating, where the final decision is short and swift and overwhelmingly felt, not thought?

Slowly

Things seem to move at a snail's pace these days. Work is work, as always. There's not much to mention there, except the seemingly endless barrage of projects, but that's nothing new. Kerry and I are slowly easing back into normal life, after months on end of planning, working and then "doing" the whole wedding thing.

I went out for a ride on Saturday morning. It was the third ride in as many weeks, but I figured it would be good to get out. I ate a big bowl of cereal, hoping that an all carbohydrate meal would digest quickly and I'd be on my way. A few hours later I got going. Within miles I realized it was going to be a long ride. I'm not especially good at exercising in the morning, but this was more than just a caffeine lag. My gut churned—the kind of sickly feeling you get when you're working out on a full stomach. I eased back, and cut the ride in half, but even going slow enough to let my near-nauseous state clear up still left me with that "about to bonk" feeling in my legs. I just couldn't push, no matter how hard I tried.

It turned out that half of the problem was too much food, and half was too little water. I drank about 38 glasses of water as soon as I got home, which made me feel better, but it ended up being a bit of a bust in the riding department. Hopefully I'll be able to get in some more miles this week and return to some semblance of "normal" on the bike. When that happens, hopefully I'll also have some more interesting posts :)