Friday, April 01, 2005

Friday I Got Friday On My Mind

Morning weigh-in: 179#, 13.5% BF

RIP Mitch Hedberg: wow, only 37 years old. Never heard of him until recently, very funny guy. Glad I got to see him in Philly that time.

Gym last night, then over to Which Brew for dinner. Quiet night, and an early one, at least there -- got home & played with computer, surfed until 12:30 or so.

Tonight is a towpath ride, if the weather holds.

Thursday, March 31, 2005

Where Were You While We Were Getting High?

Morning weigh-in (Wednesday): 180.5#, 12.5% BF
Morning weigh-in (Thursday): 177#, 15% BF

Towpath ride, two days in a row: I blew off the gym Wednesday, since the weather turned so much nicer by the afternoon, and rode the towpath. Strangely enough, it wasn't in bad shape at all, except one section that was under water. Rode out to Sand Island, didn't need lights until the return trip. I felt a lot faster than last Friday -- thinking back, I was probably bonking -- though I was still around two hours.
Yesterday was beautiful, so I hopped back on the bike and did the same ride. I got out of the house a little earlier this time though, gained maybe fifteen more minutes of daylight & didn't need lights until I was almost back to Hope Road, where the Bethlehem Boat Club is.
Hope Road has been closed ("destroyed" is a more accurate description) since Hurricane Ivan, but the washed-out bridges have been replaced and a there's gravel down, so I took the road up to the Palmer Bike Path. Last night, as I rode behind the old steelyard, I surprised a bunch of older teens smoking pot or whatever. They were all like "Dude, you frightened me!" but all I could think was that -- not ten feet from where they stood -- there was a big clump of trees, inside which they'd have been invisible even to people looking for them. Sheesh, kids these days...

Champagne Supernova: heard that song over the weekend, got a laugh thinking about those kids yesterday but the gist of the refrain has been hitting home: there have been a lot of claims to countercultural or street cred lately, where all I can say is "the opportunity to prove yourself a hero is long gone. Really, where were you when it counted, years ago?" Of course this is about Iraq.

Meanwhile: Rest in peace, Terri Schiavo. Here's some info on living wills.

Tonight is the gym, if it rains.

Tuesday, March 29, 2005

They Call It Stormy Monday

Morning weigh-in: 180.5#, 12.5% BF

Got home last night, did some chores, got drycleaning, dinner at that Chinese place, ready for bed by 9:30 but then I read & um, computed (?) until around 11:30. I'm now reading Eats, Shoots and Leaves, which is very interesting, but I'm finding that the author's persona -- a major selling point in all the reviews -- is less charming than just plain snotty.

No running, either yesterday or today; the rain makes for a good excuse, but the late nights are what really make the early mornings impossible. I'll run at the gym tonight.

Monday, March 28, 2005

Hangin' With The Dream King

Morning weigh-in: 180.5#, 4.5% BF (yeah right)

This post's title is apropos of nothing really, but I was listening to Tori Amos's Little Earthquakes last night, and that's a line from "Tear in Your Hand," my favorite song on the album.

Reading: actually, I already finished The Curious Incident with the Dog in the Night-Time, an early birthday present from my parents( I got it yesterday at the Easter visit); I also got Blood Meridian and Eats, Shoots and Leaves.

Very poor bedtime discipline lately, and I'm starting to feel the effects so I'll probably make it an early night tonight -- ie no playing with the computer when I get home.