Me, but more of it
One of the classes I found offered by the Learning Annex was an inline-skating class. Yesterday morning I went to Blades, rented some skates, and headed out to the park with the rest of the group.
It was a flashback to all those birthday parties when I was a kid at Bonaventure. Get on wheels, and start rolling. There were people in the class who couldn't get moving, who were paralyzed by fear. I explained what I thought. "What's the worst that can happen? You can, perhaps, break a bone. As long as you have insurance, you're fine." And I went rolling around.
The problem with renting equipment is that you never know, if you're having problems, if it's you or if it's the equipment being in bad shape. I'm severely tempted to get a pair of skates of my own. They're not too expensive. It won't be very long that I can use them before winter creeps up on me, but hopefully I can get a weekend or two out of them.
Meanwhile, yesterday I also looked at the results from my experiment with HotOrNot. I'd posted my standard dating-site picture a few weeks ago, and it got a rather dismal rating of 4.2. Ow. So last week, I took two new pictures with me and my shorter hair: one with glasses and one without. The one with glasses, my current look, is pulling a 6.7. Without? 7.7. So I'm looking at contacts now.
And finally, last night I was looking at various events, and I saw that some people were organizing a skydiving trip. It wasn't until this morning when I hopped on the train that I realized that I'd seriously considered doing it. It was so oddly energizing. This is the new me, leaning against the door of the train, looking at it end-to-end, owning it. Taking the six flights of stairs to get out of the E train platform at 51st and Lexington. Knowing that I can take on the world and not care what other people think.
And then I get to work and have to sit and type all day.