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Jan. 8th, 2003 05:18 amI'm so sore today that my gait resembles a geriatric shuffle. I'm not sure how far I jogged on Monday, but I listened to the entire In Flames - Clayman album and almost half of Living Sacrifice - Conceived in Fire (my mp3 player's potential is being realized) before succumbing to my lungs' collective plea for mercy. So I jogged for close to an hour, and even at a modest guesstimated rate of 4-5 miles per hour I overdid it (being my first run in at least six months). I knew better too, but it felt so good that I couldn't stop. I think that this morning I'll hop on an exercise bike overlooking the racquetball courts and warm my muscles up with a lower impact workout before a light weight workout in the pit (the arena's basement weight-room) if it is open. I know how exciting this must be to read about, but I've been looking forward to reinvigorating my exercise regimen with my break from the golf course.
This town needs a Best Buy to bury Circuit City, H.H. Gregg, and the other chincy electronics stores that reside in the area. I went back to Circuit City for the fourth time in a week to try to spend a gift card after walking out empty-handed on each prior attempt. My brother Marcus accompanied me and we wandered around the store for an hour conferring on what over-priced or out-of-stock item(s) I could acquire until I executed the stand-by plan and grabbed a couple of dvd's and a headphone extension cord, checked out, and we left. We had breakfast at Denny's and then watched John Carpenter's The Fog and pieces of The Empire Strikes Back at mi casa. I spent the rest of the afternoon talking to Jeanne and then the evening tossing and turning while trying to sleep. She brought up the point that it has been four months since we've been talking and it seems that no time has passed at all. I could neither have spent that time any happier nor have shared it with a better person. The simple joy found in every conversation is a consistent reminder of how fortunate and thankful I am. I'm somewhere around the border between the lands of the really fucking tired and of the in too good of a mood to care. To optimism, exercise, and easily found sleep.
For now my rudimentary composure is lost to dream.
This town needs a Best Buy to bury Circuit City, H.H. Gregg, and the other chincy electronics stores that reside in the area. I went back to Circuit City for the fourth time in a week to try to spend a gift card after walking out empty-handed on each prior attempt. My brother Marcus accompanied me and we wandered around the store for an hour conferring on what over-priced or out-of-stock item(s) I could acquire until I executed the stand-by plan and grabbed a couple of dvd's and a headphone extension cord, checked out, and we left. We had breakfast at Denny's and then watched John Carpenter's The Fog and pieces of The Empire Strikes Back at mi casa. I spent the rest of the afternoon talking to Jeanne and then the evening tossing and turning while trying to sleep. She brought up the point that it has been four months since we've been talking and it seems that no time has passed at all. I could neither have spent that time any happier nor have shared it with a better person. The simple joy found in every conversation is a consistent reminder of how fortunate and thankful I am. I'm somewhere around the border between the lands of the really fucking tired and of the in too good of a mood to care. To optimism, exercise, and easily found sleep.
For now my rudimentary composure is lost to dream.