Christian Ross

I walked to work.

I was skimming a magazine while at the house at lunch today. One of the things I read was about an entrepreneur who was giving three recommendations of things he likes and/or uses regularly. The list was boring and of little use to me other than a nugget that I pulled out about his tennis shoes and their encouragement for him to stay active when most of his day is spent in a sedentary situation: desk, emails, chairs, phones, keyboards, etc. He mentioned having a good pair of tennis shoes was nice for when he walked the 30 minutes back and forth to work each day.

It didn’t really trigger any type of epiphany inside of me but it did provoke me to at least think, ‘why don’t I walk to work?’ in my own acorn-brain. Nobody was home at the time to talk me out of it so I decided to set forth. Here’s a few things related to my walk or thoughts that crossed through my head as I jaunted south from my house to my office about 12:45pm on 4/9/13:

  • In an initial trial walk, it takes this (quite under-exercised) individual 27:13 to go from my house front door to my office back door.
  • Google breaks down the distance of my path traveled at 1.6 miles which is obviously off since that’s about a snails pace of 3.3MPH.
  • I found a dime about the 16 minute mark.
  • It’s quite windy outside today. Sustained winds of 15-25MPH and gusts up to 30MPH. The temperature is really nice outside though It’s supposed to cool off again tomorrow.
  • There was a pretty significant wreck at the intersection I would have driven through getting back to the office. I’m not alluding to anything other to say that I noticed it and guesstimate that it probably occurred around the time I would have been traveling through. I hope that everyone involved is okay.
  • I’m still on the fence about walking home.
  • My left knee started hurting before and a little more than my right knee. I didn’t look at the time when it started to hurt but it was probably about the mark of the first third of the journey.
  • I’ve been thinking about getting a bike. I contemplated that some more along my walk. I don’t need anything crazy or super-charged but I’ll probably end up spending more than I need to.
  • There’s a few of properties between my house and here that I’d be interested in owning. None of them are for sale right now. The houses are older than ours but each has a bit more character and a little more land around them.

I don’t really have much of a commute so it was nice to have a bit of a change of pace. All in all, I think it was a good decision. To finish, a couple of things I’m grateful for post adventure…

I’m thankful for the physical abilities I still have to be able to walk to work. I’m thankful for the work that we have so that I can continue to traverse such odd spur of the moment desires. I’m thankful that we have the ability to live and work in the same community and that I don’t have long, daily (traffic-stuffed) commutes.

Week End; Recommend

We’ve been in super-hunker-down-and-deliver mode here at the office the last couple of weeks but thought I’d at least throw out a few things that have pulled our attention for a moment or two.

  • How Far is it to Mars? – It’s a really long ways.
  • Uuni – The Revolutionary (in home) Wood-Fired Pizza Oven – On back-order now but you better believe I’m getting in line
  • While most of the news media is wrapped up in whether or not North Korea can fire accurate missiles more than 30 yards, I’m more intrigued with the fact that the women are encouraged by the state to choose from one of the 18 officially sanctioned hairstyles. Shown below in a display on the wall of a salon in the capital. I’m trying to decide between 6 and 7 below for my lovely bride:

North Korean ladies hairstyles

  • I’m not a huge thrill-seeker type of person but I do enjoy cringing and watching other nutso’s do their thing. There’s so many in the YouTube channel of Devin Graham to choose from that narrowing them down to post here was a challenge. The first video below is something I’ll never do. The second is one that I am considering starting a Kickstarter for my birthday just to be able to purchase one of these incredible machines by summer.

 

Holding it.

With a little one who just turned 3, it’s a constant theme around our place to make sure that he’s not too preoccupied with playing and help him to remember to swing by the potty every now and again. He’s definitely getting better and accidents are now fewer and further between, thankfully.

Sadly, I see myself trending in the other direction for the foreseeable future. Nope, not having issues with forgetting to go but after an unfortunate incident yesterday here at the office, I’m putting it all on hold.

Our office is great. We have two bathrooms, each being single-occupant facilities – always clean, a sink to wash up, and lockable doors. Perfect situation for a guy with PPS.

Prior to heading out for a lunch meeting yesterday, I scuttled upstairs to handle my business quickly. The restroom doors are normally closed in our office, this particular incident was no different. As per my norm, I went with the restroom on the left and quickly realized the handle was locked. No issue, happened before, just a quick spin around and the door directly across the hall; a change of scenery this time around. Grabbed the handle, gave it a turn down and proceeded to take my first step.

It was at this moment – the moment where the door was ajar about forty percent – where I realized that all things were not kosher. It happens, sometimes you find yourself making your way into a previously used restroom only to find that the previous tenant must be reliving a rough night of Mexican food or Indian cuisine. It’s by no means enjoyable but alas, understandable. Unfortunately this was not my fate.

Instead of haphazardly entering the remnant of a previous visitor (which at this moment seems like a dream situation), I stumbled right into the previous visitor herself. Seated. In her glory given by God and her trousers from her pantsuit around her ankles. An image now so firmly burned into my mind that a third degree burn looks like fun.

With the grace of Fred Astaire, I politely apologized, closed the door, walked briskly back down the stairs, and explained to Ryan how we would probably need to be spending the rest of the afternoon looking for new office space.

After re-enacting this situation in my mind more times than I’d like, I think I’ve convinced myself that I’m not to blame here. Yes, I failed to make the common sense and courteous move of knocking but the key element missed here – and probably my favorite feature about our shared restrooms – is that the lockable door was in fact, not locked. Sadly, even though I’ve absolved myself from the blame, I’m pretty sure I’m as embarrassed as the not-so-young administrative assistant upstairs.

Furthermore, it has left me in a situation where I’m at my desk at 11:20AM and have yet to venture upstairs to even try again. I am now holding it. Hoping that I don’t do damage to my internal organs by waiting until I make it home for lunch.

So, Keegan, if this gets archived and you someday find yourself with the opportunity to read it – don’t hold it. It hurts, it probably does long term damage, and it puts you at risk of embarrassing yourself when you have to make a walk anywhere with wet pants. Instead, use the knuckles God gave you to knock on that door every time. If nothing else, It’ll save you having to up your rent for a new office location.