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I woke up feeling pretty good today, ready to go, or at least willing to get some caffeine in me so that I'd be ready to go, at about 0700 hours, with the intention of showing up at Maclay to do the morning track practice. I'd set the coffee machine to go off at 07:15, but had forgotten to put water in it, and ended up, in my morning stupidity, burning some fingers on the heating plate...
... but eventually, things were figured out, and I got some coffee and a bagel into my system with enough time for everything to settle out and for me to get over to my old highschool. I showed up, and it took some people a double-take to recognize me without the hair -- back in highschool, I normally had my Jewish-boy 'fro, although it was occasionally clipped short... but I was never bald. But it was really strange, being back, in that most everybody I remember has graduated, and John and Gary seemed happy to see me, but I didn't get a super-warm reception from Manny (these three guys are the track coaches, for those who aren't in the know), which I found somewhat surprising. The only other recent alumnus around was Alex B., who just graduated this year -- he's a really nice, if quiet, super-fast kid who's going to be running in college next year with his friend Ross, who's got similar qualities of amicability and speed. Alex said they're going to Morehouse. Yeah... so I'm getting old, and I should move on, or else do more coach-like helpful things, which I suppose is a possibility... that's something I'd like to do When I Grow Up -- if there's a highschool near where I live, expect to see me as an assistant track coach. I'd rather not do all of my runs by myself, though, and I dunno who else to go running with, if not with the Maclay folks. Running Wreck, I suppose. I'm just 264 miles too far south, or a month too early for that. This will be rectified. In a month, I'll be 264 miles north and doing runs with Wreck. So today I ended up taking (at Gary's request) one of the stronger 8th-grade girls on a gentle 40-minute constitutional 'round the lake. Tomorrow should be a bit more intense -- Tuesdays are intervals days, oh yes.
Also, today, I ended up lifting (on two separate occasions during the afternoon, at two different gyms) with both of the parentals. Mom's getting Really Strong -- she's now bored with the workout videos that she'd been doing and has moved into the realm of running 'n' lifting instead... and now she's doing half-mile repeats for cardio (whereas she couldn't run much at all beforehand) and will probably be moving up to doing a mile at once in the near future. Rock on, Mother o' mine!
Later on in the afternoon, I showed up at Gold's (workouts with the maternal unit happen at Premier, but the paternal goes to Gold's) and proceeded to lift a bit mit meinem Vater. That felt pretty good, as well, although I'm getting concerned about his health -- he's supposed to be much stronger than I am (*insert residual feelings from childhood of "my dad is superheroic"*), and he's supposed to be in pretty good shape, otherwise. He used to jog around the neighborhood (ten years ago or more, I suppose), and he used to have this endless wind capacity and could play tag on the beach for literally forever, easily (and lovingly) outpacing the geeky 9-year-old who would normally much rather be inside reading or playing with a computer than outside shootin' hoops with the other 9-year-olds. Yah, so I need to get him out on the track much more often. And I need to convince Mary to quit feeding him pastries. And he's travelling so much, now...
So that was a whole lot of text about lifting and running. But that's really what I've been up to today, mostly. Very exciting. That, and I've been reading this book by Neil Gaiman, American Gods, which is Really Good -- I just picked it up today, I think (it'd been sitting on my shelf for some indeterminate period of time, having been picked up for Practically Free from the sale rack at Books-A-Million), and I'm already about 150 pages into it. It's excellent. And I might have been reading more of the AI textbook, or that might've been yesterday.
This is a list of things that I'd like, or things that I'm looking forward to:
- I'm looking forward to moving back to Tech and having more things to do, as odd as that sounds. I'm getting more than slightly antsy.
- I'd like that Sarah (the vegan/runner/drummer/language girl who asked for my phone number a few entries ago) should call, but she hasn't. I called and left a message, maybe yesterday, but haven't heard back.
- In a more general sense, I'd be super-pleased if some meaningless, short-term and ultimately hedonistic Female Companionship happened before I went back to Tech, but I'm somewhat concerned that I might not know how to do "meaningless".
- In an even more general sense, I'd like to figure out where all my peeps went. I guess Brett (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
zip4096) should return from Vermont pretty soon... but a lot of people are all dispersed out, either at their respective universities for the summer (or just off in parts unknown), or just never returned phone calls, or much too boring to go out and do anything interesting...
- If wishes were horses, then they would smell much worse and require a stable.
Erm, and that's that. You know what I'm going to do? I'm going to read for a while, then sleep, then get up and go running with a bunch of 12-year-olds Really Early in the morning...
... but eventually, things were figured out, and I got some coffee and a bagel into my system with enough time for everything to settle out and for me to get over to my old highschool. I showed up, and it took some people a double-take to recognize me without the hair -- back in highschool, I normally had my Jewish-boy 'fro, although it was occasionally clipped short... but I was never bald. But it was really strange, being back, in that most everybody I remember has graduated, and John and Gary seemed happy to see me, but I didn't get a super-warm reception from Manny (these three guys are the track coaches, for those who aren't in the know), which I found somewhat surprising. The only other recent alumnus around was Alex B., who just graduated this year -- he's a really nice, if quiet, super-fast kid who's going to be running in college next year with his friend Ross, who's got similar qualities of amicability and speed. Alex said they're going to Morehouse. Yeah... so I'm getting old, and I should move on, or else do more coach-like helpful things, which I suppose is a possibility... that's something I'd like to do When I Grow Up -- if there's a highschool near where I live, expect to see me as an assistant track coach. I'd rather not do all of my runs by myself, though, and I dunno who else to go running with, if not with the Maclay folks. Running Wreck, I suppose. I'm just 264 miles too far south, or a month too early for that. This will be rectified. In a month, I'll be 264 miles north and doing runs with Wreck. So today I ended up taking (at Gary's request) one of the stronger 8th-grade girls on a gentle 40-minute constitutional 'round the lake. Tomorrow should be a bit more intense -- Tuesdays are intervals days, oh yes.
Also, today, I ended up lifting (on two separate occasions during the afternoon, at two different gyms) with both of the parentals. Mom's getting Really Strong -- she's now bored with the workout videos that she'd been doing and has moved into the realm of running 'n' lifting instead... and now she's doing half-mile repeats for cardio (whereas she couldn't run much at all beforehand) and will probably be moving up to doing a mile at once in the near future. Rock on, Mother o' mine!
Later on in the afternoon, I showed up at Gold's (workouts with the maternal unit happen at Premier, but the paternal goes to Gold's) and proceeded to lift a bit mit meinem Vater. That felt pretty good, as well, although I'm getting concerned about his health -- he's supposed to be much stronger than I am (*insert residual feelings from childhood of "my dad is superheroic"*), and he's supposed to be in pretty good shape, otherwise. He used to jog around the neighborhood (ten years ago or more, I suppose), and he used to have this endless wind capacity and could play tag on the beach for literally forever, easily (and lovingly) outpacing the geeky 9-year-old who would normally much rather be inside reading or playing with a computer than outside shootin' hoops with the other 9-year-olds. Yah, so I need to get him out on the track much more often. And I need to convince Mary to quit feeding him pastries. And he's travelling so much, now...
So that was a whole lot of text about lifting and running. But that's really what I've been up to today, mostly. Very exciting. That, and I've been reading this book by Neil Gaiman, American Gods, which is Really Good -- I just picked it up today, I think (it'd been sitting on my shelf for some indeterminate period of time, having been picked up for Practically Free from the sale rack at Books-A-Million), and I'm already about 150 pages into it. It's excellent. And I might have been reading more of the AI textbook, or that might've been yesterday.
This is a list of things that I'd like, or things that I'm looking forward to:
- I'm looking forward to moving back to Tech and having more things to do, as odd as that sounds. I'm getting more than slightly antsy.
- I'd like that Sarah (the vegan/runner/drummer/language girl who asked for my phone number a few entries ago) should call, but she hasn't. I called and left a message, maybe yesterday, but haven't heard back.
- In a more general sense, I'd be super-pleased if some meaningless, short-term and ultimately hedonistic Female Companionship happened before I went back to Tech, but I'm somewhat concerned that I might not know how to do "meaningless".
- In an even more general sense, I'd like to figure out where all my peeps went. I guess Brett (
zip4096) should return from Vermont pretty soon... but a lot of people are all dispersed out, either at their respective universities for the summer (or just off in parts unknown), or just never returned phone calls, or much too boring to go out and do anything interesting...- If wishes were horses, then they would smell much worse and require a stable.
Erm, and that's that. You know what I'm going to do? I'm going to read for a while, then sleep, then get up and go running with a bunch of 12-year-olds Really Early in the morning...
