Day 39: Slick, Grace!

The question has been asked: what will I do now that the strike is over?  Will The Post-Apocalyptic Workout continue, or will I laugh into my golden chalice of unicorn juice as I send my butler to finish the remaining workouts of that pesky first challenge?

I shall continue, because the Apocalypse waits for no (wo)man!

Also, I was unemployed prior to the strike.  However, if you're thinking man, I could really use a writer with  some post-apocalyptic training, maybe a CPR certification, a couple of Teen Choice Awards and a really cool Atari 2600 Adventure shirt, don't hesitate to email me, as my career as a Diablo Cody lookalike is coming to an end.

This week marked the beginning of week six of the Couch-to-5K running plan, and I've quickly discovered that more running = less weight training for me.  I've had to back off on some poundages because the sheer act of running 20 minutes in a row (laugh it up, fuzzball!) are definitely taking their toll on my body.   As runs get longer, I'm taking more time to recover.  However, I've only been running for six weeks.  Everything I've read suggests that the body takes time to adapt, so I've gone from the honeymoon period to okay-now-this-is-a-bitch.  My endurance continues to improve, although I learned the hard way that just because I can run eight minutes at 5.5mph doesn't mean that I can run 20 minutes at that speed. 

Perhaps it was a wee bit ambitious to run/bike/lift.  Perhaps isn't even the word - it was ambitious.  I haven't been perfect with getting everything in except for the running, but I'd say that I complete about 85% of my workouts.  Not too shabby.

I'll leave you with this tidbit from the PAW's Favorite Gym Member,  I overheard yesterday.   She was on the treadmill, with the same trainer on the one next to her.  Jefferson Airplane's "White Rabbit" is blasting through the speakers of the gym.

Trainer: Do you know who this is?

Girl: Is it...Chicago?

Trainer: No, it's Jefferson Airplane. 

Girl: Oh.

Trainer: D'you know who the lead singer is?

Girl: I know this!  Mama Cass!

Trainer: No, it's Grace Slick.

Girl: Grace who?

Trainer: Grace Slick.

Girl: You made that up.

Trainer: You've never heard of Grace Slick?

Girl: I was born in 1974! I was a Nixon baby!

Trainer: Oh, well I was a Lincoln baby.

Girl: [laughs] You were not born when the first President was around!

Trainer: [beat]

Girl: Oh, duh, wait, that wasn't Lincoln.

Trainer: I didn't want to say--

Girl: Everyone knows that's Ben Franklin.

It's a good thing she's pretty.  Although post-apocalypse, that's not gonna get her as far as it does now...

Comments

[Damien]

Maybe she'll find a nice, loving family to take care of her.

And then maybe that nice, loving family will have a couple of weeks' worth of food.

[Piglet]

that character is growing on me for some reason, maybe i'm feeling a little sorry for her. i doubt she needs my sympathy but oh well.

[James Shearhart]

I'll bet you dollars to donuts that the trainer reads this blog, and messes with the dingbat so's he can get a mention here.... :)

Keep going! You've been inspiring!

[Alyce Smythee]

Umm.. I'm a '77 baby, and as you know, I adore the Slick. And c'mon - she was definitely around for Jefferson Starship.

Is the trainer just baiting her for your benefit? These are gold.

[will]

She fucking built this city, how could anyone not know Grace?

[Alexselus]

Oh dear god. I had an incident like that earlier today actually.

Girl next to me on the computer "Hey, World War Two was the one with the Nazi's right?"

Me "Yeah."

Girl "Ok, and World War One had the Holocaust right?"

I was too stunned to say anything other than "No those two were the same one."

Then she topped herself "Oh, so they're both World War One?"

Me "No, they were both World War Two."

Girl "Oh, ok, thanks!"

*facepalm*

[the slackmistress]

@Alexselus: You should have told her WWI was the one with the Nazis and WWII is the one where all the previously slain Unicorns come bounding out of the sea.

[Edley]

"It's a good thing she's pretty. Although post-apocalypse, that's not gonna get her as far as it does now..."

I don't know about that; zombies need hookers, too.

[Annie]

At the risk of sounding like said gym member here...the trainer says he was a "Lincoln baby"? Does he mean "Abraham Lincoln"? If so, his presidency was 1860-1865 and that would make said trainer about 143 years old??

Clearly, I am missing something???

[the slackmistress]

@Annie: He was just making the joke that he was old. :)

[Jodi]

Part of me keeps hoping this woman is actually some character you've created. Sadly, I know it's not true. I can certainly be daft, but COME ON! Hey, at least she's good for some humor. Keep those stories coming!

[Jodi]

Part of me keeps hoping this woman is actually some character you've created. Sadly, I know it's not true. I can certainly be daft, but COME ON! Hey, at least she's good for some humor. Keep those stories coming!

[astrothsknot]

I'll write this as my son said it, "That lassie's the wan ye want tae be nixt tae when the zombies come, coz she's tae stupit tae run so thiy'll chow oan her. If yir whippet enough, ye cin gae them the finger as ye go."

[the slackmistress]

@astro: HA.

[Laurie Ann]

No one has addressed the fact that the gym was blasting "White Rabbit." I want to join THAT gym. Everytime I go to the gym I get Cher or some dance crap. Of course, the gym is in WeHo.

[ChiaLynn]

All this time I've been picturing someone in her early 20s, and she's only two years younger than I am.

My 14 year old stepdaughter knows who Grace Slick is.

And I'd trust her to vote, too.

Must go listen to White Rabbit now.