Wednesday's run

Check out my run for tomorrow:

pain practice

• So I started training for a 5K yesterday. It will be on Thanksgiving Day. I hope to run it at a decent speed (for me). I think that training is really only pain practice. "OK, today you can take a little more pain than you did yesterday, I know you can! Now go go go!" And off I go. What is wrong with me?


• I am thinking of making a playlist to listen to when I run the 5K. So far I have "Spice Up Your Life" by the Spice Girls, "Every time We Touch" by Cascada, and "Marathon" by Rush. Pretty eclectic. I am imagining the Spice Girls jamming with Rush. Wow, what a visual. Anyway, I am available to audition any other playlist candidates that wish to apply.

from the moon apparently

• I was just at the gym. There were only two other people in there, both riding stationary bikes. One of them looked like a young Richard Pryor, and the other was a fifty-something little Asian woman. Richard Pryor was listening to his Sony Walkman with gusto. Over his very heavy breathing he sang along with the music he was listening to, using words like "Yes! Yes!" "Faster! Faster!" and even barking like a dog at one point. Richard Pryor punctuated all of this with frequent punchings of the air and even self-slappings. He might have smelled a bit like alcohol. (Do drunk people often ride stationary bikes? I don't know.) I avoided the Asian lady's eye through all of this so we wouldn't accidentally share a conspiratorial smile. It's a good thing I did, because as it turns out, Richard Pryor and Asian Lady were there together! He shared his music with her by gently putting his spongy, sweat-soaked headphones on her head and yelling, "Does that fire you up?!" It did not. And she in turn brought him a rather large stack of wet paper towels so he could wipe down his bike when he was done. Sweet, really.
• Quotation of the day: "It's hard to moon walk in high heels." --Rebekah H.

Bones cute clip

Check out this cute clip from Bones. Second only to House and Wilson, these two are my favorite TV couple right now.

antipodean

Quotation of the day, from the below stolen-directly-from-April's-blog clip: "Listen to me, you antipodean fleck of bum fluff. Every single day I take this from you. The hair is adorable, I don't deny that. The figure is svelte." --Hugh Laurie, Renaissance man

dree your own weird

• Quotation of the day: "Go your own gait and dree your own weird." --Lucy Maud Montgomery's Kilmeny of the Orchard
• I have absolutely nothing else of any use to anyone, to say in this blog post. It just seemed stupid to make one quotation and then write nothing else. So which is worse: to write just the one quotation and let it be alone and bored, or to fill space with triteness and non-platitudes? What can a person do, who is so empty-headed as to lack anything of interest to impart? Boredom abounds and cannot be defeated. I have ear buds in my ears, but I can't hear anything but silence. Not even an echo between the ears. Just a vast, empty land. Forsaken by all intelligence and thought. Nary a traveller therein. A veritable wasteland.

paleolithic sleeping

• Quotation of the day: Rebekah: "What would happen if we had to live outside?" Me: "We'd be okay; we have a tent and warm sleeping bags." Rebekah: "But what if we lived in the paleolithic era?"



• Here is a picture that I didn't take, of some fog.