I don't know if it's a weird thing or not, but I do very well by myself. I live alone, and I never get lonely. In fact, I went the past couple of days without speaking. Even once. No problem, I consider this an excellent weekend.
Yesterday, I got up, hung around, and then went to Terry Hershey Park to run or whatever. I had two incredible albums as my sound tracks: the new
Monsters of Folk as well as
Megafaun.
Whoever works on this trail has really stepped their game up with resurrecting and revamping the trail. I could basically run all the way back to my house from 6 miles away if I felt like it.
So, I ran something like 9 miles, but then I think I got dehydrated and then my knee started to hurt so I walked the last 3 miles back to my car. It felt like when The Man With No Name was forced to walk through the desert by Tuco at gunpoint.
It was pretty hot. Makes me second guess my lifelong goal of walking the length of
I-10.
Then I came home, napped, watched some College Football (hook 'em horns) (shock 'em cougs).
Then I wake up this morning at 7:30 because that's the latest I can possibly "sleep in" now in my old age, apparently. That left 4 and a half hours of time to blow before the NFL would start.
So I went to the gym and got my stair climber on. Came back, did pushups, situps, random workouts, - all while watching the pregame shows and whatnot.
Then the next 6 hours are firmly dedicated to watching the
NFL Redzone Channel (greatest thing to ever happen to me), and monitoring my fantasy team.
So, all in all, a perfect weekend for me. I'm in a dandy mood. Got 4 more days of work to get through, but I've done it before, and will do it again. Then off to Austin to see ACL and some of my favorite bands like Andrew Bird, Phoenix, Blitzen Trapper, and then Yeah Yeah Yeahs or Kings of Leon.
So, for today and for the short term, things are looking pretty set and good. Will keep trying to learn and philosophize and be smarter, but some real tangible fun out there on the horizon, too.
Flowers peeping up through a crack in the concrete.
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