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Been an interesting few days.
Feb. 28th, 2011 01:12 pmFriday looked nice and Saturday promised to be good too, so I headed to the beach. Been wanted to try a naturist campsite that is 30 mins north of the beach, so after leaving the beach I drove north and arrived at an amazingly beautiful campsite, with nude people! The landscaping at this place makes its truly look like paradise. It’s such an odd feeling stripping off and walking around naked, but since everyone else was doing it it didn’t feel too uncomfortable. In fact its just what I though, I really nice feeling. Everyone was really friendly and after dinner some of the campers went down to the hot tubs and were chatting away, I slipped in and joined them. The campsite is also packed with facilities. As well as the hot tubs, there was a sauna, crazy golf, jacks, tennis court, volleyball court and huge swimming pool under the clearest star filled sky. I almost stuck around for Saturday, but it was promising rain in the afternoon so I headed back to the beach and then back to Rotorua were in deed it poured and flashed lightening.
Sunday I got a ok mountain bike ride in. I’m really blowing it with backing off too much now. My legs were killing me on the climbs, but I did get a second wind and managed to finish strong, but that was only two hours riding.
One thing that was a problem on this ride was really bad indigestion. Usually a ride or run will sort it out, but this time it just got worse. The last couple of weeks its been building up getting worse and worse. I remember the first time I ever got it when I was 30 and thought I must be dying. I’d never felt anything like it. I’m not talking about like a little burp, oh that wasn’t nice. I mean like I can feel rivers of acid in my stomach tearing my insides apart in some fiery hell, and heaven forbid I burp and the acid comes up into my throat and burns like battery acid. It always reminds me of the scene in the movie the fly, when Geoff Goldburg as he is turning into a fly regurgitates onto a guys arm and the acid burns all his flesh away. So when I first got it like this when I was 30 I went to a pharmacist who when I explained the symptoms immediately knew what it was and recommended I drink lots of milk, which did indeed fix the problem. He also asked if I was under any undue amount of stress, which I was. I’d just moved to Atlanta with no money and had no idea of what I was going to do. And now this outburst, well yup stress again. I can’t believe I can have stress. I mean someone with a family, a job, a house, they have stress. What do I have? I thought Id removed all the stress in my life, but I know I’m starting to worry more about money and what Im going to do in the future. It seems the more stress you have the more immune you become to it. And the less you have the more sensitive you are to the slightest amount of stress in your life.
Last week, I peed on the carpet of the camper. Well ok I didn’t exactly pee on it. I have a empty gallon plastic milk jug that I use in the night to pee in rather than have to tramp across to the toilet on the campsite. The jug was full and I was going to empty it and had put it on the floor, then forgot. When I got to the forest there was the jug laying on it side and I guess I hadn’t screwed the lid on tight and there was a trail of pee over the carpet. When I got back to the campsite I borrowed a steam cleaner from the office, but after id used it that night it smelt like a wet dog in the camper. I read that white vinegar kills the smell of pee, so I used some I had, but I had balsamic white vinegar and now the camper smells like my stinking running shoes. Yuk.
Sunday I got a ok mountain bike ride in. I’m really blowing it with backing off too much now. My legs were killing me on the climbs, but I did get a second wind and managed to finish strong, but that was only two hours riding.
One thing that was a problem on this ride was really bad indigestion. Usually a ride or run will sort it out, but this time it just got worse. The last couple of weeks its been building up getting worse and worse. I remember the first time I ever got it when I was 30 and thought I must be dying. I’d never felt anything like it. I’m not talking about like a little burp, oh that wasn’t nice. I mean like I can feel rivers of acid in my stomach tearing my insides apart in some fiery hell, and heaven forbid I burp and the acid comes up into my throat and burns like battery acid. It always reminds me of the scene in the movie the fly, when Geoff Goldburg as he is turning into a fly regurgitates onto a guys arm and the acid burns all his flesh away. So when I first got it like this when I was 30 I went to a pharmacist who when I explained the symptoms immediately knew what it was and recommended I drink lots of milk, which did indeed fix the problem. He also asked if I was under any undue amount of stress, which I was. I’d just moved to Atlanta with no money and had no idea of what I was going to do. And now this outburst, well yup stress again. I can’t believe I can have stress. I mean someone with a family, a job, a house, they have stress. What do I have? I thought Id removed all the stress in my life, but I know I’m starting to worry more about money and what Im going to do in the future. It seems the more stress you have the more immune you become to it. And the less you have the more sensitive you are to the slightest amount of stress in your life.
Last week, I peed on the carpet of the camper. Well ok I didn’t exactly pee on it. I have a empty gallon plastic milk jug that I use in the night to pee in rather than have to tramp across to the toilet on the campsite. The jug was full and I was going to empty it and had put it on the floor, then forgot. When I got to the forest there was the jug laying on it side and I guess I hadn’t screwed the lid on tight and there was a trail of pee over the carpet. When I got back to the campsite I borrowed a steam cleaner from the office, but after id used it that night it smelt like a wet dog in the camper. I read that white vinegar kills the smell of pee, so I used some I had, but I had balsamic white vinegar and now the camper smells like my stinking running shoes. Yuk.
