Training for the day: 3 miles and 60min lifting class. The miles were broken up 1.75/1.25 before/after lifting.
Man am I wiped right now! This lifting class kicks my butt. So much so that I was in desperate need of protein/sugar/calories immediately after cooling down and I had to spend $4 on Muscle Milk from the vending machine in the gym.
It was the most delicious tasting chocolate protein shake I’ve ever had and I wish it lasted more than the 5 seconds it took me to drink it.
I’m sure there are awful chemicals in there considering neither milk nor chocolate are actual ingredients but whatever, it was heavenly.
After showering and heading to the train station to commute home I played the exciting, nerve-wracking, captivating game of….
Green Line Roulette!!
If you haven’t heard of this game it might be because I made it up and it’s not actually a game. It is just an example of how weird I am when trying to make mundane tasks more entertaining.
Anyway, this is how it works: In Boston, there are a few different train lines (red/orange/green/blue etc…) and the green line has 4 branches, the B, C, D, and E line. At the station I get on at by my office all 4 of the green line trains pull into the same platform where I wait. My apartment is located between the Green line “B” train and “C” line so I generally will just get on whichever one comes first .
However, the C line brings me .5 miles away while the B line gets me just .2 miles from my apartment so it’s much more appealing when it’s 20 degrees outside and i’m exhausted. However, the C line drops me off directly in front of a Trader Joes. I happen to hate the act of grocery shopping (mainly the carrying the grocery bags half a mile home when its dark, freezing, and i’m le tired)so I let the Train Gods/Fate/Destiny decide whether I re-stock on food or go another day. May the odds be ever in my favor.
Last night, the B line won out after a grueling 8 minute waiting period. BUT TONIGHT the C line took the win! Soooo I went grocery shopping woohoo. It’s the suspense of waiting on the platform, not knowing if i’ll stock up on food or be forced to scrape together a meal from pantry staples and reject food I ignore 99% of the time. It’s thrilling. Sometimes I text my roommates real time updates of which trains go by and whether I will get food for the week or not. I’m sure they love being forced to tune in.
ANYWAY– I think this post has served as a reality check. I need more excitement in my life ASAP
I will now end this post before revealing any other embarrassing workings of my inner mind
p.s. I made stir-fry with my new groceries and it was bomb.com