Sunday, January 15, 2012
- I hate getting out of bed in the morning. Once I'm up, I'm okay - but prying myself out from under the covers when it's -6C outside is nigh-impossible.
- Six miles didn't feel like six miles until I hit six miles, if that makes any sense.
- Somedays I believe the only thing that will improve my pace is a downhill grade and a tailwind.
- I'm trying to tell myself that the pancakes I had with the Boys after my run were just a much-needed refueling of carbs and not just me gorging on tasty, tasty flapjacks.
- My love of near-instantaneous communication is balanced out by the anger I feel when my wife takes forever to answer a text. To point this out to her would not be in my best interests, I'm sure.
- I think the less I desire to be at work, the slower the clock moves. Why didn't Einstein have a theory for that?
- If I could go back in time, one of the things I would tell my younger self to do is to learn touch typing - my keyboard skills are so mediocre that I might as well post using a chisel and stone - it would almost be faster. He'd call me a nerd for having a blog, though - my younger self was a dick.
- As I approach 40, I've had many people ask if I'm doing something huge for the big day. I'm not sure, but isn't sitting in a dark room, eating donuts and rocking back and forth considered a "big thing"?
-Nothing interrupts a good train of thought like work or kids.
- Despite what you may think due to the title of this blog, I dislike the song "Ramblin' Man" - not that the Allman Brothers were hacks or anything, but let's be honest - the song sucks.
- Publishing your blog accidentally (before you spell check, add graphics, re-read, etc) is kinda like premature ejaculation - we all know it happens, but no one really wants to talk about it or admit it happens to them...
- And that previous statement was totally about a friend, and not about me...