Day 19 - Thursday: Freakin' thunderstorms! Now, there's a difference between enjoying running outside in the rain, and running around when it's not necessary during a thunderstorm (hey, it's not a race day, and life and death are not involved. Getting myself sick or injured, however, for reasons other than that, is plainly stupid) and to compensate, I spent most of my work day walking flights instead of taking the elevator (since we're talking 5 or 7 flights UP as well as down, and figure I did the round trip a good 20 times, it's not a bad workout).
Ironically enough, it didn't rain while I was at work, it did pretty much as soon as I got home, so I was glad I'd had the prescience (and the ability) to work in something resembling compensatory.
Breakfast: 2 soft boiled eggs, orange juice
Lunch: pork fried rice & boneless spare ribs
Dinner: chicken, quinoa, & spinach
Yes-I-absolutely-positively-needed-my-espresso-double-shot!!!
Weight: 150
By the by, I not only knew it was going to rain, I could almost pinpoint the exact time. Why, you might wonder?
Remember the wonky knee? Not the one I'd originally injured, but the other, compensating one? Yeah. Hurts. Don't know why.
I found that while anticipating the rain (even on Wednesday, when the sun still shone), it began to hurt and swell. I left it alone, figuring that this will either resolve on its own, or not.
Overnight, well, it hurt, more than I thought it would, enough that certain movements would wake me. NOT COOL. Grabbed a pillow, slept with both legs slightly elevated (KNEE PAIN HINT: Don't just elevate your knee - get the pressure off it by having support running down to your ankle - and don't do just one leg! Do both, I don't know exactly why it works, but it feels much better with both elevated, than just the one. Probably because the way the hips twist and affect the spine or something like that).
By the morning, it hurt significantly less, and after the initial "do I have to get out of bed, really?" routine my body goes through, it was fine, even up & down the steps.
Still though, about an hour before it began to rain? Sharp, sudden pain, similar to what used to happen in the right knee, the pain that says: "Baby, it's gonna pour in under an hour - got an umbrella or a boat? You're gonna need it."
I wonder why the body does that - compensates a pain spot for weather warning. Hmmm... Maybe it's a primal survival thing. You know, as in, back when people lived in caves, if you had a boo boo and it began to ache, you knew to head for cover before flash floods and lightning got you, or that it was time to migrate before the snows or something.
It makes sense to me, anyway. And now that has me thinking (again, not for the first time), who invented bread? I mean, who got this great idea that if you mash this specific grain up, then mix it with water, then bake it, you could eat it? The SUMERIANS baked bread, I mean, we're talking knowing how to do this for a very long time!!!
I mean...what, did it happen like this: Were some Cro-Magnum people wandering around, hunting and gathering through the plains (let's call them Gar and Grr) and...
"Four foot thing I eat eats these leaves. I eat these leaves, too, no need to run after four foot, more time to spend sleeping and playing with self!" Grr thought. He picked a few grains. "Gar - come here! Eat this!"
Gar ate it and 20 minutes later puked.
"Gar, that was no good! Maybe...we try...wet stuff. We put in wet stuff next time!"
Gar groaned from his spot on the ground and seemingly agreed.
So...that's what they did.
"Funny sound, that make as you move it," Gar observed over Grr's shoulder. "It go "swish soak swish soak'."
"Done!" Grr pronounced. "Gar--eat this!"
Although Gar had a stomach ache, there was no puke. But oh, did he roll around on the dirt.
"Maybe, maybe make smaller next time," Grr considered. "Too big for body. "Hit with rocks, make smaller, more water go in when swish soak swish soak."
"That make sound like SMASH! SMASH!" Gar said from his spot on the dirt.
A little while later, Grr had some mushy stuff to share.
"Grr, that look like puke!!!" Grr told him. "Me make puke, me no eat puke--yuk!" and shoving it away, it fell with a glop noise, from Gar's hand onto a hot rock by their fire.
The puke looking stuff solidified.
Both stared.
Gar glanced at Grr, to find Grr staring thoughtfully back. "No way!" Gar insisted, "You get to puke, you get smelly waters from rear end!"
Gar gingerly picked it up, tossing it from one hand to another (since it was hot) and then...he bit. He chewed. He swallowed.
"Nice!" Gar said, chewing appreciatively.
"Me try, then!" Grr asked.
"All gone," Gar told him, having swallowed the last bite. "But...now we can make more--then we invent the village."
It could have gone down like that, right?
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