Yes, October. The month before it really starts to get cold here. And to be honest it's making me a little sad because I don't think I'll be excited for this upcoming winter like I was last year. Fool I was last year. Stomping around all happy in my boots with my gloves on. Guys, it's snowing! Guys, I've been wearing the same jacket for four months straight! Guys, brrrrrr!
Man, what a fool.
So before it gets too cold for it, I finally went kayaking on the Chicago River this past Saturday night to watch the Navy Pier fireworks. The group paddled 6 miles total (which converts to around 4,000km) in the dark towards downtown and back. It was fun to be out on the water and see the buildings from that perspective. And it was nice to experience something so unique to Chicago.
But let me be clear about one thing: the paddling was grueling. And kayaks go slow. My arms, which are accustomed to tasks such as maneuvering a mouse during the week and lifting magazines on the weekends, fared pretty well. At least I thought so until after I had showered the Chicago River stink off me and got into bed. It was then that my arms and shoulders started to scream silently and throb and convulse underneath my skin. I had arm seizures the entire night, basically. I wanted to yell at my arms, "shut up! I'm trying to sleep!" but it was no use. My poor tortured arms. They didn't know what hit them.
They're fine now by the way. I took them out to eat Chipotle on Sunday and they feel much better.
Man, what a fool.
So before it gets too cold for it, I finally went kayaking on the Chicago River this past Saturday night to watch the Navy Pier fireworks. The group paddled 6 miles total (which converts to around 4,000km) in the dark towards downtown and back. It was fun to be out on the water and see the buildings from that perspective. And it was nice to experience something so unique to Chicago.
But let me be clear about one thing: the paddling was grueling. And kayaks go slow. My arms, which are accustomed to tasks such as maneuvering a mouse during the week and lifting magazines on the weekends, fared pretty well. At least I thought so until after I had showered the Chicago River stink off me and got into bed. It was then that my arms and shoulders started to scream silently and throb and convulse underneath my skin. I had arm seizures the entire night, basically. I wanted to yell at my arms, "shut up! I'm trying to sleep!" but it was no use. My poor tortured arms. They didn't know what hit them.
They're fine now by the way. I took them out to eat Chipotle on Sunday and they feel much better.
hahahaha...sorry cous! I know that it must've been real painful but the way you anthropomorphised your arm was just too hilarious to read it in a serious manner :)
Posted by: Chris C | Oct 08, 2008 at 13:49
Mmmm....anthropomorphise is not the word coz your arm is already part of you (human)..mmmm? You know what I mean!
Posted by: Chris C | Oct 08, 2008 at 13:52
um, I have no idea what you're talking about! You and your smarty pants PhD words. Anthro-what?!
Posted by: me | Oct 09, 2008 at 03:39
Maybe your arms were punishing you for letting them get so close to the stinky, garbage-infested waters of the Chicago river?
Posted by: EMillz | Oct 17, 2008 at 12:08