An epic about exhaustion and cars. Yes, cars. Specifically mine. :P

The human body is a marvel of efficiency. If, for example, yours is like mine and it prefers to be tubby, then it will sink its claws into every ounce of fat and refuse to give one up unless you hold it at gunpoint. And by gunpoint I mean 1200 calories or less and a 3.5 mile run minimum every day. *grumble*

Don't skip over my entry yet, that's all the weight wank I'm going to subject you to, I promise.

As I was saying, the human body is a marvel of efficiency. It will build just enough muscle tone and store just enough ready energy to deal with the physical trials you toss its way on a regular basis. I can jog 4 miles in an hour and be pleasantly tired for a while and completely recover after a few hours. However, if I push myself like i did yesterday, where I walked 5.5 miles in two hours, I pay for it dearly. This is why I only did half a page of work yesterday, and why I am a zombie today. I am T...I...R...E...D.

I knew this would happen if I walked that far--though I didn't think my exhaustion would be THIS extreme. My long walk had a mission: I needed to return a book to my favorite bookstore. I'd bought a couple books last weekend without the aid of my manga collection list, so of course one of them ended up being a duplicate. This store only has a 2 week window to return items. I could have taken the Max, which is Portland's commuter train, but I'd been meaning to try walking the whole distance, at least one way.

If you're wondering why I didn't just drive... this is because I've started my third week without a car. Wheeee!!!  No, I didn't give it up to go green, and it wasn't stolen (thank the gods, I never want to deal with that again.) It's in the shop, and is the true subject of this post.

 

( The mildly amusing story about why I am currently without my car. )

ETA 4-3-10: My car is back, I actually retreived it on Wednesday the 31st. Two days short of a full month!