Well, this weekend, my Mum and I bought a pilates machine….
weeee! should be brilliant! the goal is to lose a healthy 20-30 lbs (and get back to my body, pre-university/trade school!)
i’m some psyched about it! so wish me luck! i’ve worked out the past two days in a row, and there are muscles on me that hurt that i didn’t even know i HAD.
tomorrow at work should be SWEET! 
Some of you may have noticed, but whenever a motorcyclist crosses the path of another, they wave. (look next time and you’ll see!)
It’s a thing. As a motorcyclist myself, it’s one of the perks of going through the silly NS motorcycle course! you get your diploma, you go get your first bike, and “bam!” you’re inducted into the ‘motorcycle club”.
now, everytime you’re on your bike, and you see another bike, you wave! (note, there’s at least 4 different waves…. the five finger wave, the low-hand wave [common with sports bikes], the peace sign, or the one finger wave…)
however, a return wave may not always occur while on the wild and crazy roadways. ESPECIALLY when you’re on the 102 highway! you’re just not always seen! so, although you may feel completely snubbed, many times it’s just due to lack of noticing.
but that doesn’t stop my daddyo from cussin a bit.
honestly, i love this man to DEATH! and since i needed a ride home from work today, he decided to pick me up on the purple honda shadow.
that’s FINE! i mean, i rather be the driver, but whatever!
the only thing is, i’m a good 5 inches above him. so as we’re cruising down the road at speeds of over 100 kms/hr, my head get’s shaken like a wailing baby. i honestly thought that my brains turned into lemon jello and my spontaniously come pouring out of my helmet. thankfully that didn’t happen, and my dad’s cussing – towards all the bikers who ’snubbed’ him – kept me sane.
moral of the story, don’t be a passenger when you’re short, and don’t snub an older man on a purple bike.
Ok,
let me elaborate a bit further on my title.
I love (plutonically) a 57 yr old man that I’ve worked with full-time EVERY summer over the past 4 yrs… whom I just went to see arrive from Oz at the airport this morning. I got to see him for only 20 mins – where I used to see him 24/7 – and my heart is currently aching and going through withdrawl.
Because of my 2 month practicum, I cannot work full time with the army band (and my 57 yr old luv-ah). Instead, I get to spend my 8am-4pm with other older gentlemen (and ladies) who have had heart attacks(infarctions), chest pains (angina), or other heart issues. Don’t get me wrong… I love cardiology, and I love working with people one-on-one, but it’s not the same.
I always looked forward to my summers in Aldershot… Though it was hard work (yes, army band is mentally and physically hard), there were moments that made it ALL worth while. I’m going to miss those moments… Especially with Mr. K (my previously mentioned luv).
Just wanted to know if I’m the only one who is torn on ‘growing up’…?
How do you cope?
xo
