Nekkid, Clueless and Feelin' Good: January 29, 2001

Monday,
January 29, 2001

Back on the treadmill I go, tra la

Yes, I've been using the treadmill at the fitness room in the complex. And it seems to be doing wonderful things for my legs -- we're talking serious definition and a slowly but surely firming butt. Now if I can just get up the gumption to add weights three times a week, we might actually be able to shed some of this sludge.

I know, I know -- I keep saying it, and it never happens. Hey, everyone needs a goal.

I just wish this stupid plantar fasciitis would go away. It's not constant -- sometimes my foot feels absolutely fine, I can walk for days, no problem whatsoever. Other times, I feel like I'm trying to walk on a broken tarsal right smack in the middle of the ball. Which, for all I know, I am, or at least on a tarsal that had broken and healed incorrectly. I know I did something unpleasant to the foot that first winter in Sweden when I was wearing those horrible solid-soled boots. I'm just reluctant to go back to the doctor because the last time I did that, she decided to give me a shot of steroids in the foot, which 1) was unpleasant as hell, and 2) didn't do a damn bit of good.

Maybe a sports medicine specialist -- get my knees checked out at the same time. Of course, I have to wait until my TSB medical insurance is processed. Oh, I'm covered at the moment, but until I actually get my little card I'd have to pay out of pocket for any medical procedure and then try to get reimbursed for it.

Um, right. I'll just wait until I can wave my insurance card under a receptionist's nose, thank you very much.

Is it my imagination, or were the Bangles the poster band for passive-aggressive relationships? I bought their Greatest Hits CD so that I could pick up the guitar licks for "Hazy Shade of Winter," and now that I'm actually sitting down and listening to the lyrics, I'm appalled. "Walking Down Your Street" is about a woman willing to give up her pride and beg because she just has to have this man right now, "Be With You" is great until you get to the sappy, sickly bridge, and "If She Knew What She Wants" is pretty much the codependence theme song.

Thing is, some of their stuff is also so damn great -- "Hero Takes a Fall" is rough, growling and spectactular, and "Going Down to Liverpool" has a great 60's sound with a nice guitar lead. So what's with all this whiny shit? "I'll Set You Free?" I should certainly hope so.

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