oh, so THAT’s what it’s called

My busi­ness cards arrived today, so I now have a job title.

“Project Man­ag­er.”

God, how embar­rass­ing. I’m MANAGEMENT now. Except I don’t even have any­thing to man­age. Yeah, the PROJECT, but, um.… I DO the project. And most of the time it seems unman­age­able. Ah well. I guess noth­ing real­ly changes with the arrival of print­ed busi­ness cards.… Read the rest

Slow run

Five miles today. I tar­get­ed a heart rate of 150, was clos­er to 155 through most of the run. I fin­ished in 59:49, just bare­ly faster than 12 min­utes to the mile.

I can’t say I like going that slow­ly. It feels just as dif­fi­cult as 9 minute miles but with­out the extra fun. I guess the point of this is that even­tu­al­ly I should be able to do 9 minute miles at 150 bpm and then … Read the rest

I got wet.

I won’t say I actu­al­ly swam in the Bay; I spent 15 min­utes stand­ing in the Bay up to my waist before I plunged the rest of myself in. Then I spent about five min­utes splash­ing around a lit­tle. I did­n’t make it out to the buoy that marks the begin­ning of the swim.

I did notice that my upper body was more affect­ed by the cold than my low­er body. If I could have gone in with an upper-body wet­suit, … Read the rest

Feets, don’t fail me now

8 miles, 1:22:58 on Urbano Dri­ve. I kin­da want­ed to go the 9th mile, but I was pret­ty crispy by then, so I’m glad I didn’t.

Fol­lowed that up with anoth­er per­son­al best by swim­ming a kilo­me­ter in the pool. 45 laps is 1012.5 meters and I did that in 38:13. Of course swim­ming in a pool is rel­a­tive­ly easy; you can touch bot­tom to rest, kick off against the … Read the rest

Survival is my victory

Oh!
Sea of hurt I feel the waves of pain
And now the tide’s come in again
Caught in vicious cycle of despair
Give me the courage to face anoth­er day—Oh!

Oh sing a song of joy
Sweet child­hood nev­er desert me
Time for celebration—Oh!
over­come with a sense of elation
I’ll nev­er let you get to me
Sur­vival is my victory
Time for celebration—Oh!
over­come with a sense of elation

I sat in silence I was mourning
I said sor­ry a thou­sand times
I

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I’m ba-a-a-a-ck

Safe­ly off the air­plane and back on home turf. As much as I did­n’t want to leave, I have to admit that it’s nice to be back in San Fran­cis­co. The trip to Nashville was too short, but it will be nice to sleep in my own bed and it’s already nice to hit famil­iar spots instead of being a guest in a strange city.

Had din­ner at the World Wrapps by Safe­way on Mar­ket Street. There’s a woman I … Read the rest