New Beginnings

Here we are. Summer. It's been a couple months or so since I ditched this blog. Oops. No excuses, but I stopped keeping up with the blog after I had a weekend that I just did not want to write about. But I have found new inspiration: my friends!
The other day I was exploring a forest with Hope, my hippie friend and her dog and she suggested, in her high-pitched fast-paced tone, that I continue this 'ol thing, incorporating her into it. That was during her 'get fit for next semester' phase, though, which has recently ended. So I'm pretty sure she won't be exercising with me. And today I found out that a few friends from Denton are all starting blogs about their summer adventures. A couple of them mentioned me in a post and that lead me here, tapping away at these keys.
I'll be taking a new angle, or angles, though. I won't limit to writing about exercising. Cause that got boring. I'll keep up the regime of participating in some new physical activity each week. If it was interesting/embarrassing/significant in any way, you'll read about it. But beyond that I'll be here just talking about this little life of mine and my ritzy job at the Houstonian Golf and Country Club.
Yep. Country Club. I've worked there for 3 weeks now as a poolside server, and I'd say I've already made an impression. How so? Well the Houstonian is about a 2 minute drive from my house, and one day I decided to bike it. What you need to realize is that a major rode takes up 1 minute of that 2 minute commute. All was well, and I was safe on the side of this busy road, and then I turned into the property. I turned sharp onto a gravel road, a short cut, and right there was a golf cart driving along that spooked the shinola outta me. Naturally I grabbed those breaks hard. And naturally the bike flew out from under me. My face hit the pavement and slid. I was pretty scarred up, but I went ahead and worked. Turns out I kind of cracked my teeth, and I had a Hitler-mustache looking scab for a week, but other than that I'm fine. Swayze, my bike, only got a little dusty.
The Hitler 'stache has been a hoot. Members kept asking questions. One really bubbly girl said "You're so pretty! What happened?" The members have been pretty great so far. No real snoots so far. Just a bunch of skinny, tan, sharply dressed folks who buy over-priced mediocre food.