Motion Sickness

I had an odd day for my overall frame of reference yesterday - it began in the afternoon, driving back towards Fort Fun from Greeley.  I was driving a rental for work (there is actually a long post comparing and contrasting my favorite rental cars to drive over the past few years.. the short story is that the Rav 4 is actually pretty fun, and I still can't stand Kia's) and i was about five cars deep, stopped at a red light.

Looking out at the mountains in front of me, contemplating my smallness, i noticed that i seemed to be slinking toward the 20 year old Audi hatchback in front of me.  My immediate instinct of pushing down on the brake harder kicks in, but i don't appear to be stopping.  At this point, both of my hands are at pressed hard against the wheel (10 & 2!) and my right leg is now straining with the pressure that i am putting on the pedal.  Still moving, now within 2' or so, i grab the transmission and put the car in Park.  Still floating....  and then, i stop.  And the car in front of me moves forward.  It is then i realize that in the two second span of the last paragraph that it was not i, but the Audi in front of me, who is a sloppy stick shift driver, and was rolling back towards me the entire time.  Guh.

I eventually get to the gym, after picking up our latest bounty from the new local food CoOp that we have joined (purple taters!) and try to get in a quick run before finally ending the day at home.  About a tenth of a mile in, the treadmill dies.  And when a treadmill loses power, it doesn't slowly rev itself down -  no, it just stops feeding you tread.  And you run into the control panel and nearly fall over.  The guy next to me had the same thing happen, and it raised both of heart rates to levels that were not comensurate to our meager distances.  Moving down the line of workout death machines, i began anew, only to have the same thing happen again a quarter mile in.  

At this point, smaller, more meager men would have (wisely) just packed it in, but i moved to an entirely different batch of mills, finished my run and drove home as non-eventfully as i could.  Once home, i very prurposefully spent the rest of the evening in one place, on the couch, with a glass of wine and read my new BackPacker that came in the mail.  I can only hope that today my inner ears do not give out and cause me to be even more off balance today than they were yesterday.  (mostly because i would not really be able to blog about it, since i have complained about my odd clumsiness already.)

-db-