Kangatopia

Week 4 was actually sort of a disaster diet-wise. Having convinced myself that I was not eating enough and was thus hurting my performance on the bike, I have been eating too much. Otherwise, the week has been fine.

Shep and I broke up yesterday morning. He can’t deal with my shit. I can’t deal with his. We are in a stand-off. He maintains he is completely in love with me, and I love him – but some relationships, in spite of how much love there is within them, don’t have the room and space they need to breathe and grow.

Shep and I went to a Stars play-off game last night. A large, clearly inbred woman sat in front of us and waved her pom poms in our faces during play for the entire length of the game. Shep amused himself (and yes, I admit that I also found it amusing) by flinging saliva from his own mouth into her hair and onto her knock-off jersey. Shep had already politely tried asking her to consider the people behind her and our ability to see through an immodest quantity of a dervish of plastic strings, and that only spurred her on more. So, Shep and I made out during the celebration of the Stars only goal, and I adoringly shouted the first name of the opposing team’s goalie (Roberto Luongo is someone to be loved. It won’t be a crushing disappointment if the Stars lose the series to the Vancouver Canucks, though it would be if they lose a subsequent series to the Nashville Predators.) My method of fighting her obnoxious behavior with more of my own went largely unacknowledged. I’m not entirely proud of any of it, but a lot of money was spent on those seats and her flagrant abuse of common courtesy could not go unnoticed.