NP: Leeds United v. Arsenal (TV)

So, I went for a run yesterday. About a half-mile in, I suddenly remembered. I'm not a runner. Not so much that I remembered, but my near-immediate shin splints reminded me. Then my knee. Then my hip. I run if being chased, or playing soccer, because then you don't have all that empty headspace to think about the shin, the knee, the hip. Of course, I'm open to the possibility that it's not that I'm not a runner, but rather that I'm not a very good stretcher.

However, in the absence of any soccer leagues at the moment, or rather, any leagues where my team is actually worth playing for, I've embarked on a new course of self-improvement. The first step is physical. Started lifting weights three times a week, and then moved to add something more aerobic, although working on soccer skills looks like it's got the edge over simply pounding the pavement at the moment. Even when I was on the track team in high school, I don't think I was really a runner. Oh, well.

The workout tear is part of a general restlessness. I don't feel like I'm doing enough to get where I need to go. Putting aside the obvious, that I don't exactly know where it is I'm going, it's only gotten worse since the time change last week. Before I feel like I've contributed to my own cause (my own Coz?), it's dark out and the day seems wasted. So comes the first step, lifting weights early in the day so that I'm guaranteed some sense of personal accomplishment. And muscle tone while I'm at it. Later, I'll try to eat better, practice my drums and guitar, and start digging in to MIT's Open Course Ware program.

All this through an inordinately annoying week that belied it's great start, in spite of what the last missive might have indicated. I don't know why, but yesterday I almost felt like I snapped. No tolerance for stupid people and things outside of my control, right at the moment they both descended on me in force, beginning sometime Wednesday. After I debated stopping my car and going after the moron who backed out of a parking lot into my path and beating him senseless, the fog sort of lifted, just in time for various Halloween festivities.

On that note, and sorry, without pictures for now, I'm still in shock that there was another Greatest American Hero at the first party my roommate and I attended. And I'm getting a little sick of the theme song, but I brought that upon myself. That's pretty much all I'm remembering at the moment.