...today is the last workday of my vacation. Monday I have to go back to school. That means on Sunday I have to shave again. That means on Monday I have to wake up at 5am to go run. That means on Sunday I have to go to bed around 10 pm and not the midnight hour that I have been pulling off the past week. That means on Monday I have to prepare my body for the flu to come back. That means on Sunday I am going to sleep filled with anxiety and wondering what the next day is going to bring. That means on Monday I have to wear nice work clothes (BUT THEY LOOK SO NICE). That means on Sunday I have to make my lunch and iron my clothes. Welcome back to reality.
One thing that I have been able to do during this time off is that I have been able to troll around on the old FB. I got a message from some guys for a group run a couple days ago and viewed it and responded to it. Now here is the interesting thing, I saw that my old private message were still on FB. Let's see how long these go? Oh they go all the way back till I got FB back in 2007. Some of those messages I read. Some made me laugh. Some made me go, oops! Some made me think about things.
It's interesting to read things from the past and see how they turned out. Oh let's see not friends with that person anymore. Oh let's see I don't talk to that person anymore. Oh let's see I TOTALLY REMEMBER THAT CONVERSATION AND WHAT IT WAS ABOUT. Oh let' see I TOTALLY WANTED TO SLAY THAT BRO, but you know things didn't work out the way it should have.
Of course there is always a recourse to thinking about these things. For some reason I never deleted them and didn't delete them after reading a couple of those things.
...I took a nap a couple years ago. It was during a time when I wasn't feeling that great. I woke up and for a split second I wondered if things that had happened were actually a bad dream. I woke up and for a split second I thought, yeah it actually was a dream. There was probably a few seconds where I was happy, and then I realized that no in fact it wasn't a dream. That all those things happened. That was probably crushing. There are times that when I take a nap (and those are usually on the weekend, when it can happen) and during those times I drift into la-la land and sometimes, sometimes where I'll wake up and forget where I am. Am I in DC? Did those things happen in real life or a dream? I'm not really sure sometimes. They can be good dreams and bad dreams. Throughout my life I remember all the good and bad.
Run 8 miles @ Rock Creek Park
It was cold this morning. The temperature was about 34 degrees, but it felt colder than it did yesterday. There was some frost on the ground, the saving grace was that there was hardly any wind. I did get the satisfaction that when I was going out to my run I saw some people in my building getting ready to go to work. "Have fun at your job". Is what I wanted to say, I decided to silently troll them. I finished my run to do four strides.
Friday, January 4, 2013
Thursday, January 3, 2013
Back in the Saddle
...I was just going to originally going to post something that mostly related to the run I did this morning. But seriously would that be lame? Perhaps. Possibly. Anyway I was cleaning my apartment and stumbled upon the clothes I got for Christmas. OH IT'S SO NICE BEING RICH. There were two buttoned up shirts. Here is the thing I hate about these shirts. The pins. The endless endless pins. Oh my god, I was so scared that I would forget one and then when I put on the shirt I would be stabbed and bleed to death. There was one shirt where the pin was hidden and it took me forever to get it out. It should also be noted that both these shirts look good on me.
Run 9 miles @ Rock Creek Park. Workout 5 x 1 minute hard
I was going to do a fartlek workout this morning. I wasn't sure if the endurance that I lost after being sick would be a big hurdle for me. I warmed up and hit the two mile marker at 7:02 pace and then went into my workout. I did the first minute close to 5:30 pace. I wasn't worried about my speed, I was worried about what would happen after the first hard minute. There wasn't a significant drop off when it came to my endurance. I felt good during the workout. I ran to the turn around point and ran back to my apartment. My right inner hip started to bother me a bit, but it was fine the rest of the day. I got back to my apartment and did four strides in the alley. NO GLORY BOY STRIDES.
Run 9 miles @ Rock Creek Park. Workout 5 x 1 minute hard
I was going to do a fartlek workout this morning. I wasn't sure if the endurance that I lost after being sick would be a big hurdle for me. I warmed up and hit the two mile marker at 7:02 pace and then went into my workout. I did the first minute close to 5:30 pace. I wasn't worried about my speed, I was worried about what would happen after the first hard minute. There wasn't a significant drop off when it came to my endurance. I felt good during the workout. I ran to the turn around point and ran back to my apartment. My right inner hip started to bother me a bit, but it was fine the rest of the day. I got back to my apartment and did four strides in the alley. NO GLORY BOY STRIDES.
Wednesday, January 2, 2013
One
...it never fails. I was driving up to DC this morning (and can I say that this drive only took 6 hours and 55 minutes, which has to be a record of driving from Charlotte to DC) and on my Ipod Metallica's One came on. Oh you know what happened next? I cranked up the volume to 20. ONLY THE LOUDEST FOR THE BEST IN THRASH METAL!!!
On my Ipod I have a lot of Mozart, so I get to hear some Don Giovanni opera singing and then some more concerto music composed by Mozart. And then there is the staple of the pop punk that I like so much. I'm going to have to say that in 2012 my favorite song and maybe the best song of the year is from Masked Intruder called "Wish you were mine". Why do I like it so much? Oh it combines doo wap and pop punk. Would that sound good? OH IT DOES. And never mind the fact that Masked Intruder is four guys that wear masks and nobody knows their identity. The last time a band did this it was revealed to be Green Day. But I don't think it will be this time.
Run- 8.6 miles @ Ballantyne Commons Parkway and parts of Ballantyne Corporate Park.
I went out for the run and it wasn't that cold this morning. I was able to run with a short sleeve shirt. And you know what I saw as I was running on the streets??? Kids getting ready for school. HEY KIDDOS HAVE FUN AT SCHOOL BWWWAHAHAHAHAH!!!!
/does not pay attention to the fact that CMS lets out earlier in June
On my Ipod I have a lot of Mozart, so I get to hear some Don Giovanni opera singing and then some more concerto music composed by Mozart. And then there is the staple of the pop punk that I like so much. I'm going to have to say that in 2012 my favorite song and maybe the best song of the year is from Masked Intruder called "Wish you were mine". Why do I like it so much? Oh it combines doo wap and pop punk. Would that sound good? OH IT DOES. And never mind the fact that Masked Intruder is four guys that wear masks and nobody knows their identity. The last time a band did this it was revealed to be Green Day. But I don't think it will be this time.
Run- 8.6 miles @ Ballantyne Commons Parkway and parts of Ballantyne Corporate Park.
I went out for the run and it wasn't that cold this morning. I was able to run with a short sleeve shirt. And you know what I saw as I was running on the streets??? Kids getting ready for school. HEY KIDDOS HAVE FUN AT SCHOOL BWWWAHAHAHAHAH!!!!
/does not pay attention to the fact that CMS lets out earlier in June
Tuesday, January 1, 2013
Good Mourning
...sometimes when I write sometimes I figure that people take what I write extremely seriously. That what I am writing is what I am thinking, and that any actions that I write about are in fact things that will happen or I want to happen. There have been moments that when I write morbid and dark thoughts and I want people to think I want those things to happen to me. That when I write these things that deep down I am hoping for some disease or death to take hold of me. That this would be a release from the living. When in reality it's not like that at all. In fact I really don't care that much.
There's a song from the Alkaline Trio where the lyrics are something that like this:
"Step 1 slit my throat/ Step 2 play in my blood/ Step 3 cover me in dirty sheets and go laughing down the way"
I would write about this lyric and of it's ilk, in the hope that people would look at me like I was dark and maybe disturbed. But in fact I am actually lame and not really that into whatever I am writing. It's one of those things that I want people to think OH I THINK BRIAN MIGHT BE IN TROUBLE. But that's not the case, and really nobody really responds to anything like that. So if I every did go down the rabbit hole, I don't think people would really care or that they would stop and ask for help.
Run: 9.25 miles @ McMullen Greenway
My stomach felt nausea this morning. I ate some enchiladas last night and this morning the combination of cheese and the chicken and whatever else was in them wrecked havoc on my stomach. I ended up running at the greenway probably for the last time (in my life??????) for a while. It wasn't that cold out and it threatened to rain, but it wasn't that bad. I head up to DC tomorrow.
There's a song from the Alkaline Trio where the lyrics are something that like this:
"Step 1 slit my throat/ Step 2 play in my blood/ Step 3 cover me in dirty sheets and go laughing down the way"
I would write about this lyric and of it's ilk, in the hope that people would look at me like I was dark and maybe disturbed. But in fact I am actually lame and not really that into whatever I am writing. It's one of those things that I want people to think OH I THINK BRIAN MIGHT BE IN TROUBLE. But that's not the case, and really nobody really responds to anything like that. So if I every did go down the rabbit hole, I don't think people would really care or that they would stop and ask for help.
Run: 9.25 miles @ McMullen Greenway
My stomach felt nausea this morning. I ate some enchiladas last night and this morning the combination of cheese and the chicken and whatever else was in them wrecked havoc on my stomach. I ended up running at the greenway probably for the last time (in my life??????) for a while. It wasn't that cold out and it threatened to rain, but it wasn't that bad. I head up to DC tomorrow.
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