I tried to give blood last night after my spin class. I have never in my life been allowed to give blood, but that doesn’t stop me from trying. Hey, I’m a universal donor, I should help people right? Right. Well the people of the New York City Blood Bank think not. I’ve always either been too anemic or had too low of blood pressure to donate. But, I figured, I just finished a spin class, my pressure should be up. I ate meat last week, eggs this weekend, I should be golden in regard to iron. Nope. Still anemic. There will be spinach in my dinner tonight. I may try again this evening. I find it mightily ironic (ha, even Ironic is ironic) that I can’t give blood, and I live a reasonably healthy lifestyle (please don’t reference last weekends Applebee’s post), but my father, who exists solely on a diet of peanut butter cups, hamburger and oatmeal (okay, oatmeal’s not bad for you) gives platelets every month. In fact they were calling him so often that my mother yelled at the blood bank for abusing him. I guess my father’s given enough blood for the both of us.
As for today. I apparently am incapable of not getting up at 4am now. Even though I’m on vacation I was bright eyed and bushy tailed long before the sun made an appearance this morning. I was the first person at the gym-which is just creepy, frankly. So, my day started off with a run and some upper body strength training. I was supposed to meet up with a friend after work, but that got cancelled, so I guess it’s a quiet night at home bonding with the new subletter (while secretly hating them for interrupting my underwear only dress code).
Since I’ll be home tonight I’ll actually get to post dinner, so there’ll be more to come.