I got my new vest and new headphones this week. Ran with the new headphones on Friday, and was pretty happy overall. Jabra headphones don’t mess around when it comes to bass. That Friday run was a half hour after work thing, just relaxing and cruising. Today I ran 15 at 11:00 minutes a mile with the new vest. I’m very happy with the choice I made. No more bruised ribs. Just have to get used to pocket placement but no big deal.
A theme at work for me this week was just to stop caring. Not about the quality of work I do, but about the little, annoying, extraneous things that I can make too much of. It’s like I want to have a fistfight with time — the concept, or construct, or very real thing which rules many (most) people’s lives including mine — over not being home earlier. I can’t care about it when I’m at work because it makes me super anxious, like wound up tight, and it’s another challenge in itself to get unwound. So maybe not such a little extraneous thing, but annoying to be sure. And things plural I said. I love my job because of the people I get to talk to. That’s one reason. But sometimes my interactions while working are very difficult to process. I take it to heart when someone displays even the slightest amount of negativity towards me and/or the quality of my work. That Abraham Lincoln quote though, especially with over 600 people to please. What running blog? This is about work today.
Kind of an in-between Sunday. Sundays are inherently good. No work. Time to reset, to regroup, and… clean stuff. But there’s like a smell that I can’t quite identify. Not a bad smell really, just a smell, and the fact that I can’t figure out what it is bugs me a little.
Housekeeping, I guess – I assumed I would be writing more than once a week. After last week, when it felt so great to post something here, I was like, back. I can’t make a commitment that I feel unsure about though, and at this point a weekly post count seems like it would get in the way of my big, important LIFE, life. So the approach that seems more practical is to take pleasure in the time I spend here, whenever I choose to spend time here. This place is a place my mind goes to, more than anything else.
It’s been almost two years now. I kept paying the WordPress dues to keep this site up because if I didn’t, the opportunity for me to write here would not exist anymore. I can say, “I’m glad I did that now, I’m back,” but who knows if this is just a moment.
I’m writing on my phone. I used to use my computer. My computer no longer works. I rescued all of the pertinent data and images from said computer before it stopped working. I have not replaced it with a new one. I have read Infinite Jest 1.75 times since last posting.
Not much has changed in my life I suppose, though that statement is true maybe only of the outward appearance of my life. If not much had changed in two years, including relationships, job, hobbies, etc., I would not be living in the true sense of the word, or the world. I change, the world changes, the changing world changes me and so on. My mind finds new ways to confound and delight me as a result of the many changes and I’m here and there and everywhere and back. My life, outwardly, is all mostly the same. With a few grey hairs.
Photo is from last week. Since I’ve been running in the morning, I haven’t been bringing my phone along so I have no new photos. It’s actually cool enough that all I need is one of my handheld water bottles. Therefore, no storage capability for a phone like I’d have with my pack.
This morning was tough. My stomach has been all bubbly for a while now and it was making crazy noises while I was running today. It sounded like there was one of those red playground balls bouncing around in my gut. I think it’s this new schedule. It takes time.
Also, leg did not feel better at all. It felt worse. I’m going to finish out Wednesday’s and Thursday’s runs and then see how I feel.