It’s Ugg season, again.
Remember those boots that became popular in, oh, 2002? Yeah apparently, they’re still around, despite their highly unflattering, leg shortening and fattening qualities [unless you’re over 5’10” and under 100lbs, of course]. Which inevitably gives rise to snarky jokes with my best friend:
“Is she wearing Uggs?”
“Yeah. Welcome to 2002.”
I’ve never been one to jump on fashion trends that would make me look like the lovechild of a munchkin and a tree trunk. Still, that doesn’t mean I’m capable of keeping up with what’s hip and trendy [Rapha does that for me…juuuust kidding].
Because it sometimes takes snow to get me riding more.
Sunday afternoon’s rain turned into snow as I realized that I couldn’t avoid not going to the grocery store if I wanted more than cheese and ketchup for dinner. And battling the big, frosty flakes, I dragged the bike up and down hills that felt like mountains in jeans that were getting drenched with icy water.
I hate how winter makes me feel like Jabba the Hutt on a tricycle.
But despite my intense desire to be a better rider, I’m also a busy girl without a realistic concept of time. Which means that I’ll tell myself that 6 hours of sleep is plenty to keep me going, only to end up face first on my yoga mat at 4pm, fast asleep, my head on top of an open casebook, highlighter still clutched in my right hand. Yesterday, though, I woke up 20 minutes later, completely disoriented [no drool, though], looked around at the piles of books in my room, and then got on my rollers.
I really should be reading cases and trying to figure out Section 316 of the Internal Revenue Code, but I’m trying to see how fast I can get my shoulders sweating instead.
It’s weird, but when I’m pressed for time, some part of me insists that I spend more of it on my bike. And when it snows in mid-October, that’s also enough to make me irrationally freak out and run to my rollers.
Irrational because I should be savoring the remaining warm-ish days. Yesterday was the perfect fall day – just cool enough with the sun shining brightly and innocently, as if the sky hadn’t dumped snow all over me Sunday afternoon. Escaping school a bit on the early side, a small part of me whispered temptations to go to Dover, to putz around and find a park, to ride in lazy circles around this small New England city.
Instead, I read cases at a much faster clip than the I-totally-don’t-want-to-be-doing-this-oh-who’s-on-gchat?-wait-I-should-finish-this-reading pace, condensing the schoolwork into that narrow space between the power nap and dinner. And before stuffing my face, I spun on my track bike for a decent amount of time while distracting myself with “Kitchen Nightmares” [my new addiction].
Okay, I didn’t finish all of my work, and went to bed too late to get up too early. Old habits die hard, sometimes, I guess. Still, do I at least get points for not wearing Uggs?
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Even worse still, Uggs are now being made and marketed for men. Seriously? I would walk across the street to bitch slap the first man I see in them. *snap*
“Is she riding a pistachio”
“Yeah. Welcome to 1980
jk
I saw my first pair of knit uggs this morning. Double points for avoiding those.
here in miami the Uggs come out when the weather drops below 70. The ladies are still wearing very very short skirts and so minimizes the shortening affect.
Hm. Kitchen Nightmares – UK or US version?
Careful with those cooking shows – they’re just as addictive as cycling, especially since you’re from an Asian background (I’m also Asian and I can’t think of a single one that doesn’t snap to full alertness at the faintest whiff of deliciousness). I went from being all out about bikes to hanging on to Anthony Bourdain’s every word, spending hours making my kitchen cutlery shave hairs, and coming dangerously close to looking awkwardly chubby when actually riding. I could be riding now, but instead I’m preparing to roast a whole chicken. Food is dangerous.
The best Uggs are the ones that have been worn all winter, stained with salt and saggy around the ankles. Classy.
lifein360 — i actually looked that up. it made my eyes hurt.
m2mayer — ahahaha.
nanio — yeah those are heinous. i think they’re made for warmer weather…?
kurt — but you’re in miami! everyone’s hot there so it doesn’t matter!
cheshyre — us version, but i only watch it on my rollers.