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Jul. 25th, 2018 08:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
randomdreamsCPR training at 8 this morning. Gah. But at least it was quick. Corporate decided that we need full training every two years and can get by with a refresher course between those. The guy brought in CPR dummies, five adult, and one infant, and after we'd all done our CPR stuff he asked if anyone wanted to do hands-on infant CPR. My manager meekly raised his hand, as his wife is pregnant, and when everyone saw that we all started clapping.
Lunchtime ride. My manager decided to go along and when he does he always strongly encourages me to go because I'll slow down a bit when he drops off and haul him back onto the back of the pack. He just hangs on the back as long as he can. The route we usually go on Wednesday is along a fairly quiet road that had the shoulders repaved very poorly a couple of years ago, so now they're a mass of potholes and lumps. It's not great in a car. On a bike doing 45-ish, it's ridiculously bad. We've taken to avoiding it, even though it's the convenient route, and instead ride down a bike path that connects to some nicer roads. That part was fine. We saw a bunch of falcons and a golden eagle. The far point of this is in north Boulder, at which point we get on the high speed highway and cruise back to work at ludicrous (for bicycles) speeds, because it's straight and without stoplights. We were a bit late at the turn-around point, and two people had upcoming meetings, so we pushed pretty hard on the way back. I kept looking down at my computer, which talks to my heart rate monitor, and seeing heart rates in the 175 range. When I got back, I found that I'd held between 175 and 185 for fifteen minutes straight, which I didn't know I could manage. This is the problem with a heart rate monitor: you assign a number to a feeling, and then start judging based on the number, which can limit you.
When we got back, at least three of us were having troubles walking back to our desks because we were so worn out.
I had a design review shortly afterwards, for a board that's both unusually important and unusually tricky. I walked in, sat down, set up my laptop and hooked it to the overhead screen, my PhD coworkers came in, and my manager dragged in last, sat down, put his head on the table, and said "you knew I'd be too tired to criticize anything, didn't you?"
Tonight, for dinner, I made broiled trout on rice with steamed broccoli. There was a head of broccoli the size of a bowling ball, that was overdue for eating, so I made this enormous pot of steamed broccoli. This is part of my attempt to stave off desperate hunger in a responsible manner, rather than just eating corn chips when I get home until I'm not hungry anymore.
Lunchtime ride. My manager decided to go along and when he does he always strongly encourages me to go because I'll slow down a bit when he drops off and haul him back onto the back of the pack. He just hangs on the back as long as he can. The route we usually go on Wednesday is along a fairly quiet road that had the shoulders repaved very poorly a couple of years ago, so now they're a mass of potholes and lumps. It's not great in a car. On a bike doing 45-ish, it's ridiculously bad. We've taken to avoiding it, even though it's the convenient route, and instead ride down a bike path that connects to some nicer roads. That part was fine. We saw a bunch of falcons and a golden eagle. The far point of this is in north Boulder, at which point we get on the high speed highway and cruise back to work at ludicrous (for bicycles) speeds, because it's straight and without stoplights. We were a bit late at the turn-around point, and two people had upcoming meetings, so we pushed pretty hard on the way back. I kept looking down at my computer, which talks to my heart rate monitor, and seeing heart rates in the 175 range. When I got back, I found that I'd held between 175 and 185 for fifteen minutes straight, which I didn't know I could manage. This is the problem with a heart rate monitor: you assign a number to a feeling, and then start judging based on the number, which can limit you.
When we got back, at least three of us were having troubles walking back to our desks because we were so worn out.
I had a design review shortly afterwards, for a board that's both unusually important and unusually tricky. I walked in, sat down, set up my laptop and hooked it to the overhead screen, my PhD coworkers came in, and my manager dragged in last, sat down, put his head on the table, and said "you knew I'd be too tired to criticize anything, didn't you?"
Tonight, for dinner, I made broiled trout on rice with steamed broccoli. There was a head of broccoli the size of a bowling ball, that was overdue for eating, so I made this enormous pot of steamed broccoli. This is part of my attempt to stave off desperate hunger in a responsible manner, rather than just eating corn chips when I get home until I'm not hungry anymore.
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Date: 2018-07-26 02:39 pm (UTC)I managed to put together steamed broccoli and stir-fried chicken with chili-black bean sauce, and there was rice in the cooker, and I'd made a cake Tuesday. Sheeyun and Chun Woo were surprised how good the cake was. I don't make cake often. They liked the chicken and broccoli as much, but weren't surprised by it.
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Date: 2018-07-28 04:24 am (UTC)Re: too tired to criticize anything, *now* you know that....
Re: responsible eating, I ate a thing of blueberries and then a giant piece of confetti cake that is definitely not on my diet, but I was failing to find the cake-making supplies I was looking for and somehow ended up at "fuck it, I'll just eat a cake then, how about that?!" as if this was going to further my cake making project somehow. But I do feel better. Guilty, but better....