Yesterday was my last day in my package of twenty training sessions. I kept declining the measurement sessions (every tenth session is a progress-check session, which seems to be a waste of time and money to me), so I have no idea if I've gained weight, lost weight, gained strength, or just wasted my money.

Well, that's not quite true. I know that recently, none of my clothes fit, and that I was frustrated by a trainer or two. Despite those issues, I was going consistently, so I was definitely reaping the benefits. I have all these new muscles, but none of them work quite right with ultimate yet. I think I need to get a couple hundred miles under my feet with them to feel good about that as of yet.

So, here's my time to be wishy-washy, instead of just deciding. Doyle suggested I join a gym with a trial membership (24-Hour has a gym four miles away with a three month introductory membership that I might try), and see if I can stay committed to going. Going to the trainer costs a lot of money (the introductory gym membership is 5% the cost of going to the trainer for the same period), but because of that cost I go without fail (sometimes later than I'd like, but I can often make up the lost 10 minutes afterward).

I think not deciding is hard. It's draining. Do I choose A? Or do I choose B? If I go with A, it'll cost a lot of money, but I'll go. If I choose B, it'll be cheaper, but I may not go consistently. Or will I? Is paying someone to encourage me to keep going worth it? Can I find a workout partner, making the need for a trainer somewhat obsolete?

Gah. Don't know. Need to decide shortly.

Like this weekend.

Another mystery of life at least semi-solved with an Aha! moment.

My last two ultimate seasons have been plagued with shin splints. I'd work at preventing them with this exercise and that exercise, but had little luck. I started taking Advil before practice so that I could play, progressing to more and more to keep playing. At one point, I was taking small doses of Vicodin, usually a half pill, so that I could keep playing. I stopped when I realized how badly it was affecting my reaction times. The bottle of Advil was still my bestest friend.

The biggest problem I had with them was that they weren't normal shin splints, with the pain along the front of my shins. Instead, they were strangely deep pains, along the back of my shin bones. Unusual in shin splits, unheard by some (mostly because it implied the front shin muscles were stronger than my calf muscles, which, well, isn't true).

I, once again, managed to confuse the doctors with my bizarre pains.

While sitting in Hawaii, reading a magazine, this past weekend, I pulled my leg up as normal so that the outside of my left shin rested on my right knee (plus or minus a few inches adjustment in what you just imagined). I've been sitting this way for years, ever even. I can't stand sitting daintily with my legs crossed in an oh-so-proper-lady-like fashion, drives me nuts. Instead, my knee is sticking up and my mother is cringing when I sit that way with a dress on (yes, tragically, I've done that unthinkingly, only to have my friends stand in a strategic spot to whistle and cheer until I notice that, yes, they can see straight up my dress).

This time, however, for the first time, I noticed my leg begin to hurt when I sat that way. It hurt in the way very much like my shin splints. Why, exactly like my shin splints! Holy crap! This is the cause of my shin splints!

So, I've adjusted, yet again, how I sit. So many rules to remember when sitting now (sit on your sit-bones, pull my chin in, balance the spine, don't pull my leg up, stop bouncing the legs, okay, don't stop bouncing the legs).

Hopefully with these adjustments, I'll be able to stop worrying about my shins.

Yesterday, after returning from the long weekend with Mom, I tried valiently to catch up on my Intarweb™ communications: reading emails, skimming websites, scanning blogs. About two hours into my word overload, I came across Messina's post about Boris being in town.

Boris is Fru's Canadian twin, and there's pretty much no way I was missing an opportunity to hang out with him. To my surprise, he was down in Mountain View (for an Identity Workshop), and needed a ride into the City. WhoO! Captive audience!

So, I drove to the Computer History Museum, picked him up, and off we went, heading up 280, talking about Drupal, various projects, my work, his work, Vancouver and the Bay Area, roadtrips and vacations, and all sorts of topics in between. We arrived an hour early for dinner, so wandered around looking for a Sephora, to buy a hairbrush for his wife, but ended up at the corporate headquarters instead, so no brush.

When we arrived, we asked if there was a reservation under "Messina," but were told there wasn't, did we want to sit? Sure, so appetizers, a lychee tini and a mango tango later and we were all set. Terrell Russell and Fred Stutzman of ClaimID showed up, and we moved to the table Messina had indeed reserved, under the accidental name "Christ."

Holly and Bill Ward, Kieran, Zach, Niel, Tantek, Messina, Tara, Cal, two people I didn't know all showed up and had a wonderful dinner. I enjoyed talking to Fred and Terrell, about all their various projects (ah, the time available to doctorate students). After dinner, we wandered over to Mel's diner for dessert, having been unable to find an open gelato place for dessert.

Turns out, Boris was staying at a hotel around the corner from my house, so heading home was easy. We talked more projects, with Boris (Bobo, Bruno, take your pick), with his asking what project I would work on if I could work on any project. I talked about Mom's website, a Drupal rewrite of ultiteam.org, and a start of ultileague.org. Boris liked Mom's project, so once I'm done with my super seekrit Drupal module, I'll start work on that.

A remarkably wonderful evening. Really must head up to Vancouver to say hello.

Oh, and Brussells in September.

This morning, as I was going through the 1800 email messages I received while I was gone this past weekend, I received a call from the 402 area code. Not recognizing it immediately, I answered it. It was a sales guy from Omaha Steaks, where I had bought steaks from recently. We receive a box of steaks every Christmas from Kris' parents, but they're always gone by February. I figured I'd help out on the quick, but tasty, meal front and order extras in March to last us through at least July. Much more than what I ordered and we would have zero room in our freezer.

So, the phone rings, I answer, the sales guy starts speaking. After an introduction, he starts the sales pitch, "I'd like to tell you about our specials happening right now," ending with the rhetorical question, "if I may?" I immediately responded, "No, you may not."

This threw him off for a moment, as I continued, "This is a business phone. Please remove it from your call list."

"Oh, sure, let me do that. What number can I use instead?"

"I don't have another number. Please remove this one from your list."

"How about if we call you quarterly?"

"No, remove the number."

"But we have our best deals quarterly. Take for example the reserve filets where we take ..." and he went off on the exact spiel I tried to avoid by requesting my number be removed from his list.

I listened for about ten seconds, my annoyance growing. Sure, I was impressed how deftly this guy turned the conversation around to exactly what he wanted to be saying. However, it was exactly what I didn't want to hear.

How much courtesy do I owe someone who is being particularly rude? How long do I listen to someone's sales pitch for something I already declined? Sure, the best deals are by phone, but how often do I make those purchases (oh, once so far)? And how much will I have? Maybe eight, ten dollars?

Not worth it. I hung up.

Pleasant day strolling around Hawai'i with Mom today. As she said, "We're in, as well as on, Hawai'i." My first time on the big island.

We arrived, picked up the car, drove to the town of Kailua Kona (the other Kailua!), found the Jamba Juice, Borders and Starbucks before shopping at the Safeway (finding the biggest avocado I have ever seen, then buying it - it was bigger than my mother's breasts (combined!)), dropped all of our stuff off at the condo, then dashed off to the town of Captain Cook for souvenier and knick-knack viewing (where most everything was crap, I have no idea how those places stay in business).

Since we had arrived fairly late in the afternoon, had been up really early in the morning, and spent time dealing with the condo, most of the good tourist places were closed. Heh, like we go to the normal tourist places. Heck, are there any real tourist places on the Big Island?

Mom really wanted to go to a local thrift store, where she's been finding fantastic deals on secondhand clothes, but the store was closed. There was a garden next to it, so we wandered through it. It was absolutely gorgeous. Lots of interesting plants, various palms and beautiful flowers.

We wandered to the fabric store, which Mom just loves. She wasn't able to find a new pattern she loved, but I found a crapload of, well, crap. There were things there that were years, nay, decades old. I kept wondering, why have this stuff around? Do they really expect to sell it someday?

Afterward, I convinced Mom to head over to a nursery. I'm not quite sure why it is, but I always seem to find plants and pots I want when I'm at inconvenient nurseries.

We were tired, given the time zone change, so, we went to dinner early, then to bed early.

At the garden today, there was a "Live Aloha" flyer. I kept a copy, because I liked what it said:

Respect your elders and children.
Leave places better than you find them.
Hold the door.  Hold the elevator.
Plant something.
Dine with courtesty.  Let others in.
Attend an event of another culture.
Return your shopping cart.
Get out and enjoy nature.
Pick up litter.
Share with your neighbors.
Create smiles.
Make a list of your own.