Wednesday, November 14, 2007

My weary legs

I finally got out for a spin today and I was pleasantly surprised at my times vs how my legs were feeling.

The legs were burning and the so were my lungs as my pace felt all too slow. Each climb was met with an intense struggle to make it too the top; while the downhill on the other side took all the energy that I had to navigate and remain tire side up.

Then, 1/2 way through the park, just before entering the North Trail, I peaked at the time and discovered that I had only been on the bike & trail about 26 minutes. No wonder I was tired and breathing heavy, I was really moving! At least for my fatass.
This is usually no faster than 30 minutes, maybe a few more as the completed part of the trail is the hardest part. North Trail flows well and has little TTF's to it, Belle is easy and really so is the rest of Buttermilk from East to West ending at Reedy Creek.

Anyhow, I was stoked, so I continued on and headed to meet up with Lisa for her lunch break before heading home to study.

Tomorrow my weary legs get traded in for a weary brain as Calc Test 3 is at 9:30am.
This was a complete shock to me when I found out on Tuesday. I had missed class the Tuesday prior and I am thinking that was also the announcement date.

Lucky for us, this test is open notes. Oddly, I had open notes at VCU and couldn't pass a test to save my life, so far I am avg. solid "B".

Monday, November 12, 2007

I just saw one of the most moving shows on TV that I've ever seen. It was ALIVE DAY MEMORIES: HOME FROM IRAQ by James Gandolfini.

Unlike other shows that cover the topic of the Iraq war, this was a simple show of interviews with the soldiers that have served. In it's simplicity, it was James and a small crew listening to the stories of veterans of the war, but there wasn't any blame or finger pointing that so many angle towards.

The approach of the show really allows for you to feel the sadness that overcomes you as you see these truly brave people tell their story. So many carry hope and positive outlooks in situations that would have most of us on a cliff's edge.

These folks are truly inspirational and I can only hope to find that kind of strength and dignity if the situation ever arrives.

So today, tomorrow, and always, a huge thanks for all the men and women that find create the buffer between us & our enemies. You & your families sacrifice so the many don't have to.

Godspeed to you.

On a side note, my cousin is about to go on his 5th, yes 5th tour in Iraq! This war needs to end...

Sunday, November 11, 2007

Despite my knowledge of being nothing more than a lazy uninspired fatass for the past few weeks, even months now, I can't break the cycle.

I know that I need to go out and ride, exercise, etc, but I just can't bring myself to doing anything about it. I'm feeling a little more fat and squishy than normal, but even still that is not motivating me. Heck, I'd rather just not eat (hah, like that would ever happen!) than get moving.

I need to break the cycle, but it's been pretty hard. My schedule is odd right now and my normal ride partners and I have been unable to really make any rides. I never realized how much I liked to ride with others until I don't for months at a time, then I notice it sorta sucks to ride alone.

Don't get me wrong, I like to get away as much as the next person, but I also need a little push now and again...