So much for that goal.
I like my goals to be all-day suckers, but this time I hit my goal the very next time I got on the treadmill. Hammerhead says this is OK because so much of running is mental, but I really thought that I had picked an ambitious enough goal so that I work on it for a while.
On the other hand, it is kind of nice to hit my goals, and it is a nice little ego boost that I can run four seven-and-a-half minute miles. I actually hit four miles at 29:47, so I very slightly beat seven-and-a-half.
Inspired by Hammerhead’s example, I’ve started incrementing the time I’ve been running on the treadmill up from 25 minutes to 30. I ran 35 minutes a few days ago, but I don’t like to do more than 30 at the gym when it’s crowded and there are people waiting to get on the machines.
My first goal was to hit 3 miles in 25 minutes, and I achieved that goal a couple weeks ago. Yesterday I made my second goal, which was 3 miles in 24 minutes. Three eight-minute miles. Hooray!
What can I say about it? I don’t actually hate it, but I’m very anxious to leave. It’s been frustrating and it doesn’t pay particularly well, and I’m ready to move on.
I haven’t written here in a while because the last time I wrote, my computer crashed and I lost the whole entry. That discouraged me. I suppose it’s my own fault for not installing the software and always posting from the Web, but it was discouraging anyway.
I had forgotten how much more tiring working is than staying at home and puttering around. I haven’t even been here for two hours and I’m beat. Ready to call it a day. Not ready for lunch, mind you. Ready to go home and take a nap.
My body is still tapping a lot of my energy to heal, I guess. That’s a good thing. But i keep on forgetting things and I’m moving at about half speed. It’s a damn good thing it’s Friday.
The packing is out of one side of my nose. It *did* feel a bit like having my brains pulled out my nose, but it was over pretty fast. The bandages and outer brace are still on my nose, and I still have my nose in a sling to keep the blood from seeping all over. Sorry if that’s more detail than you wanted. Bottom line is that my nose is still kinda full of… ahem… humors. Should clear up pretty quick.
I mean, it seems like all I can complain about is a months-dead relationship. I must be doing pretty well. Of course, I’m looking forward…
Tom, a friend I am sadly estranged from, has described a deep spiritual connection to this place. I’ve never been here before, but I’m not sure that I can say I’ve been here now. It’s nighttime and Matt is driving. Road tripping is great fun, but I can’t say I’ve seen much of the lake or the mountain.
California can be a pretty wacky place sometimes. It’s a pretty heavily polarized state politically, garnering it a reputation (depending on who you ask) of…
According to reports by a member of the [epitasis-list](http://www.paroxysm.com/), the Xando coffee bar has closed.
Now most of us here on the West Coast probably think that the problems of two little coffedrinkers in this crazy world don’t amount to a hill of beans, but…
Well, It’s a special place. I’ll explain: