Monday, January 21, 2013
Trying to look back on stuff I used to do 5, 7, 9 years ago, and dredging up a ton of memories. The details are pretty fuzzy, even if I did take the retrospective peek a couple of times during the last year. All in all, it's been like being back in school, studying for a test covering the entire semester, wondering what the heck the prof/interviewer might throw at you. Come down to it, I'm just going to be winging it anyway, so why the stress? Might as well relax and get some sleep tonight, right? Oh except for that insomnia thing. Well, then.
Full on ramble tonight, no coherent thoughts populating this brain, no sir. From nf-kb to gbr12909 (that's a reference from when I got to play with cocaine) to monkeys flinging poop, it's all flooding back, those ghosts of past jobs. Some on my blc team board mentioned Synvisc, and I figure that'll play a role in tonight's dreams, as I gave a thousand imaginary patients imaginary shots of that stuff when I used to do software QA for a med records company. Irradiation, catheters and brain probes, oh my!
Haven't done a lick of exercise yet today, but today has an hour to go yet. Might have to take a turn on the old exercise bike, try to tire myself out. You know, I think I will, if only to calm the hamster wheel in my brain. It's spinning at a fantastic pace. Spin one to unspin the other, isn't that how it goes? In theory, anyway. Let's see if reality agrees, shall we?
Sunday, January 20, 2013
Title's going to have to wait until I find out what I end up typing out. Today's wog tilted towards the run, with the mile breaking down as 7/12ths run, 5/12ths walk. Which means that I ran a third of a mile (and a separate quarter mile) without having a ball or disc to chase. Time was 13:39, which is sad from the perspective that I did 13:45 with a 7 walk: 5 run split on Friday. On the other hand, once again, the wog occurred at the end of my time at the gym. One of these days, I'll try doing that early in the sequence, and see what I can pull off.
I'm very much not enjoying running. But I've done it, to some degree, three days in a row. Not expecting 4, but you never know. Insanity may prevail yet again. Having done 4 laps, I'm of the opinion that I could probably do a consecutive six (half mile) without collapsing.
But then I'd have to wonder about 7, or if 8 was feasible, and before long...you see? Madness!
One odd thing about the BLC is that it's taking up all my SP attention, in terms of message board activity. Need to remember to visit the teams I was on prior to this challenge, get a dose of sarcasm once in a while, y'know?
Also, am hoping to fall asleep at a decent hour tonight. Might be useful to wake up at a normal time tomorrow, so as to be able to repeat the feat on Tuesday, what with an interview lined up for 10:30 AM Tuesday. Wish me luck, might well need it. It's for a position that I applied for despite thinking I was underqualified, so I'm amused that they actually got back to me where I haven't heard from so many other positions where my experiences might fit right in. Thinking if this doesn't go well (I'm going in with no expectations, for better or worse), I might take a couple of shots in a radical direction. But I'll cross that bridge if it becomes necessary.
Saturday, January 19, 2013
You know, as opposed to a video blog where at least my mouth is moving? I tried rambling into the webcam embedded in this laptop, which I've used just a handful of time in the 9 months I've had this machine, and kept running out of steam. Either I bored myself, or got hyperaware of my funky speech patterns, or just had awkward silences, or a host of other maladies that just make for not good viewing. So I didn't upload either of those efforts. Eventually, I'll capture something worth sharing. Might take another 9 months, as I'm not in any particular hurry.
Second day of drinking 8 cups of water, and tracking absolutely everything I eat. The water isn't too difficult, as all it really takes is to think about it and make sure to sneak an extra cup here and there where you wouldn't have if you weren't thinking about it. I'm sure, eventually, those extra cups could become the norm, but for now, trying to put together a 4 day streak. The tracking is a bit odd, as I felt like I overate moderately yesterday, and just cracked the bottom of the calorie range indicated by the tracker. Not sure if that's a function of the tracker being set to faulty coordinates (I don't recall ever having tweaked the calorie goals), or a fault in accurate tracking, as it's something I never do, and am attempting for BLC purposes only. Annoying have to add every little bit. Annoying to see what every little bit entails, which, I suppose, is the point. Stop eating an annoying amount, right? Kind of felt like an older sibling telling a youngun to stop hitting themselves when they were controlling the kid's arm. I refuse to answer whether I ever did that to my little brother.
Got another streak going, a whole two days on which I've run a quarter mile for the point of running a quarter mile. Did so as part of a mile wog, yesterday's time was 13:45 for 7:5 walk to jog ratio. Was going to try for half and half, a quarter mile of each at a time, but the quarter mile job isn't my favorite thing to do, let's just put it that way. Today's time, which ended up 8:4 walk/run ratio, was 15:02, partly fueled by a slower walking crowd on the oval, partly fueled by my going out there after using the elliptical, as opposed to before, like I did on Friday. Sad thing is, going slower won't help me increase the distance; the motion, while running for its own sake, just feels wrong to me. Might just be a complete and utter lack of technique; I was watching the reflection in the glass surrounding the track wondering if I was striding too upright, or if "too upright" was even a thing in running. Obviously, I know nothing about running.
So, having rambled on in a manner that's proven the title true, I shall end now. And prepare myself for Red Wings hockey. One reason to be glad to be back in Michigan, being able to watch the Wings on TV, without relying on shady, perhaps illegal, less than great quality internet streams. LGRW!
Friday, January 18, 2013
BLC21 dictates doing something I havenít managed before this weekend, so Iíll try to drink 8 glasses of water for the next four days. Wish my bladder luck. It also dictates 20 minutes of cardio a day (easy enough), interacting with other member of my team (easy enough) and tracking every bit of food that passes betwixt my lipst. Thatíll be a challenge. Maybe I should have just killed two birds with one stone trying to do that for the first phase, instead.
Boring weekend ahead, at least in terms of external plans. Fortunately, I can be entirely entertained by watching games on TV, and the NHL comes back to life tomorrow. Only too bad that I donít get CBC, wish I could catch some Hockey Night in Canada. In between periods of the Red Wings game, that is. Havenít a clue what to expect from the truncated season, but glad to have that, at least.
In the get to know me memes thing I did last week, I mentioned shepherding experience, but forgot to follow up on Kristinaís (KMM1123) request for that story. Itís not particularly exciting, I just happened to work in a lab one summer in undergrad for a boss who had a farm, and a flock of sheep. Every once in a while, I got to go out there and do farm stuff. The day we baled hay might have been the trigger for the worst allergies I have ever suffered in my life! The day the boss brought a dying lamb to the lab was one of the most heartbreaking things Iíve experienced. We had the poor thing on an IV, trying to keep it hydrated, as it faded away to the great pasture in the sky. The shepherding I mentioned was just from trying to bring the flock from their field back into the barn at the end of the day on the occasions I was out there in the evening. You talk about your herd mentality, and add in stubborn creatures like sheep, and that wasnít an easy task, let me tell you! I also got to help shear the sheep when it came time to collect wool. The poor animals looked so cold afterwards, even in the heat of summer.
And then there was May 10, 1994, the solar eclipse on a day out at the farm that was, simply put, the coolest thing Iíve ever seen. The sun started fading at around 4 PM or so, a few hours before the sheep were usually brought in for the night. But theyíre wired for light, and while at 3:45 they were roaming the field, a few running around, most just grazing contentedly, as the sun started failing, they all tucked their legs underneath and went down to the ground, for all the world looking like they were getting ready for sleep. Just a powerful sight, nature overruling the clock claiming that, no, really, it was still afternoon.
Not all of them stayed fooled, as the light failed to fade any further, a few got up and started wandering again. But the majority of the small flock remained down, and I think a few even took a nap, until well after the peak of the eclipse passed. As the light brightened again, they just got back up and went back to grazing, as if nothing had happened.
That was an awesome experience.
Thursday, January 17, 2013
The music tonight, or this too early morn, as it were, is Marillion again. Just got through listening to Cannibal Surf Babe, off their 1996 masterpiece, "Afraid of Sunlight", and it's on to one my faves of theirs, "Beautiful". It's just a heart-achingly gorgeous song, and it's hitting me tonight how incredibly relevant it is to our journey.
The first couple verses get right to the point -- we do inhabit a world/culture where material things seem prized above all else, and things of intrinsic value are given short shrift. And not just things, people get shunted aside, whether it's through our own insecurities, arising from a lack of confidence in our prospects, or our appearance, or for other reasons.
--Everybody knows we live in a world
--Where they give bad names to beautiful things
--Everybody knows we live in a world
--Where we don't give beautiful things a second glance
--Heaven only knows we live in a world
--Where what we call beautiful is just something on sale
--People laughing behind their hands
--As the fragile and the sensitive are given no chance
By the end, though, the perspective changes from a lament to a challenge. The middle verse tells everybody, "We should live in a beautiful world/we should give beautiful a second chance", before turning that spotlight towards us.
--You strong enough to be
--Have you the courage to be
--Have you the faith to be
--Honest enough to stay
--Don't have to be the same
--Don't have to be this way
--C'mon and sign your name
--You wild enough to remain beautiful?
--And the leaves turn from red to brown
--To be trodden down
--And we fall green to red to brown
--Fall to the ground
--But we can turn it around
--You strong enough to be
--Why don't you stand up and say
--Give yourself a break
--They'll laugh at you anyway
--So why don't you stand up and be
--Black, white, red, gold, and brown
--We're stuck in this world
--Nowhere to go
--What are you so afraid of?
--Show us what you're made of
--Be yourself and be beautiful
Think I just found my motivational music for the next phase of the journey.
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