Unofficial Fat Ticker Friday + Pearl Jam Sandwich

I realize we haven't gotten officially underway in the Summer of Me Weightloss Challenge, but I am still weighing in today and next Friday and you can feel free to too if you should so desire. It might be a better idea for me to skip it, seeing as though I had many a moment of weakness this week (in the name of celebrating post-5K) and made some very bad choices (alfredo sauce, Coldstone Creamery, a post-Pearl Jam midnight Mickey D's run, oh that should about cover it).

Also, my normal six-day workout schedule has somehow widdled itself down to 4 days this week, but that's ok because once the actual official training for the 10K begins, there will be no wiggle room whatsoever so if there is any time to skip a workout it's the present. My ability to look at the cup half full is uncanny. Really.

I hope there isn't a weight gain today, but I will check around noon, my usual time, and report back right here. I wouldn't actually be surprised though.

So, back to Pearl Jam!

There are no events in my life without incidents. If there were any time that I would have found a GPS useful, it would have been yesterday. More on that later.

Pearl Jam, though, was wonderful! Wonderful! Wonderful! Wonderful! I realized, however, that it might be a good idea to listen to some of their more recent music, since I was the one sitting down during the new stuff (poor choice of shoes -- cute and open-toed, but tall and painful) and rocking out during the old stuff. But it was so much fun. I forgot what it was like going to a concert during a political season and how political the actual concert tends to get during times such as these -- kind of takes the fun out of it for me, but whatever. Still fun.

And as I get older, I think (and probably over-think) about how funny it is that the concert ends about four times. Three fake endings where you have to do the obligatory "Nooooo! Come back! We want morrrre!" cheering and lighter lighting and feet stomping and more yelling and clapping and yelling.

I used to think that if I didn't do it along with everyone else that somehow I'd be the one responsible for the concert ending early. But now I just sit back and let everyone else do all the work until they come back and sing again. Last night, it was about four times. Sometimes the concert ends prematurely, without the band singing whatever song I had actually gone there to see. But last night, they played everything I wanted to hear and actually they turned into the band who wouldn't leave! Not that I'm complaining, but they actually kept going. And going. And going. The lights even turned ON at one point and they still kept going. It was the longest goodbye ever! Maybe that's what happens when you're an older rocker and you're glad you still have fans.

As predicted, much of the crowd was made up of people my age. Who were around college-age when Pearl Jam was the most popular thing on the planet. Who wore flannel and Doc Martins back then and got their first tattoo and dyed their hair that purpley red. (Oh, just me again?)

Highlight of the evening: getting carded! (Yes, I had beer. But my more conservative self had just one beer). I wanted to say to the lucky carder, you do realize that by carding me you are telling me that you are thinking there is a chance that I might be 20. Because that is under 21.

But instead, I said, (giddily -- I think I may have even jumped up and down briefly) thank you! You made my night! Possibly even my month! Or year! Have a nice day! Because I was just thinking a couple of days ago that my carding days were over and got mildly depressed. It had been a year since I had been carded which meant that there was no question whatsoever in anyone's mind anywhere that I was, indeed, old.

Which brings to mind the following: I had already decided on the way to meeting my friend before the concert that she would drive.

It wasn't really a question of whether she would drive. There was something in me that absolutely outright refused to take the minivan to a Pearl Jam concert. I have to draw the line somewhere. And thank God she doesn't have one. Or we would have taken a cab.

Anyway, to the mishaps and miscalculations that always seem to appear in my life (I have learned to just roll with these).

I got lost exactly twice. On the way there (which wasn't too bad, she was running late anyway). And on the way back. I ended up in some sort of dark industrial park following a bunch of detour signs, and got on the wrong entrance ramp to the interstate, the one that bypassed my exit entirely (I would have realized this had it been daylight) so I ended up on the wrong bridge with no u-turn possibilities whatsoever and had to continue all the way across and take the long way home. Which happened to pass by a McDonalds, and well, a cheeseburger without mustard later, I was home. (Why do they insist on putting mustard on cheeseburgers down here??)

So today I will have the marathon workout which won't help me really because the damage is done so I'll just call this the "damage control workout".

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Unofficial Fat Ticker Friday + Pearl Jam Sandwich

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