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Missed my LSD ...

Saturday, April 07, 2012

... Long Slow Distance ... silly.

This has been a tough weekend for me so far as my workout schedule.

My plan yesterday was to do my Friday long run, run some chores and errands, then go to the baseball game, then to Good Friday services. But (do) this, (do) that, and (do) the other thing conspired to keep me from running. I did get my chores done and, hell yeah, I went to opening day.

Today we had tickets for the matinee of 'Memphis' at the Hippodrome in Baltimore City. Excellent show if you get the chance. But once again, my long run got killed because of a delivery I had to wait for. Grrr.

Tomorrow is out, being Easter and all. Somehow on holiday weekend, my life is not mine.

Ah, well, a good rest won't do me terrible harm. I will get started back on my running program on Monday.

Good Friday. Baseball Opening Day. Weight Loss.

Friday, April 06, 2012

And how they might tie together.

I was a busy guy today. I had certain benchmarks I wanted to hit on my attic cleanout project and I made good progress. But I was too busy to track.

Of course it was Good Friday, a day of Fast and Abstinence so tracking would have minimal anyway.

While working today, I was thinking about forgiveness, redemption, and hope. My thinking went to my Weight Watchers program, though Spark ties in quite nicely to it too. In losing weight, there is an element of self forgiveness necessary. We are frail humans. We fail often. We break the rules. If the rules say drink all your water, eat like this, workout 10 minutes a day, and we don't, too often we beat ourselves up about it. We are so hard on ourselves about this stuff.

"Oh woe is me. I will never lose this weight because I just can't stay out of the potato chips for more than a month at time." Then we give up.

But we don't have to give up. In the Christian tradition, we acknowledge our sins (failings), seek forgiveness, promise to do better, and start over.

In our weight loss journey, we acknowledge that we binged or skipped our exercise, we forgive ourselves, resolve to get back on track, and start over.


So there I am later at the Orioles season opening. I love Opening Day. It's like New Years to me. In this town, it's almost like a holiday even if you don't go to the game. It is a big deal.

The last time the Orioles had a winning season was 1997. They have just been getting worse and worse while everyone else in their division has been getting better. There may be four teams in the AL East with winning records and the Orioles. I am expecting them to lose more than 100 games this year. They signed nothing but mutts in the off season.

We have little hope. I know: "Try being a Cubs fan." Yeah well at least you cannot even remember when your team was a winner.

Today they won. That is the wonder of opening day. Before that first pitch, everyone in the division is equal. Today after that win, the Orioles are tied with the Yankees for first place, and a full game ahead of Tampa Bay.

Baseball is another experience that turns on forgiveness. The very best hitter fails to hit the ball 7 out of 10 times he bats.The manager calls on his closer in the late innings and if he blows the "save" the manager usually doesn't throw the bum out. He calls on him again tomorrow.

And on opening day, no matter how hopeless the 162 game season look, there is always some hope.

In the Christian tradition, on Good Friday, we celebrate the death of Jesus for the redemption of our sins. There is hope. No matter how frail we are as humans, ho many times we fail, there is always some hope for us. It like OPening Day of a new season for mankind, full of hope and forgiveness.

OK, so maybe my theology is a little faulty. Maybe it's just a game. Maybe it's just a weight loss program. But I pulled some meaning out of it.

A hoarder's nightmare.

Thursday, April 05, 2012

We will be getting central air conditioning this summer.


No more back breaking chore of dragging out the window units every May. They seem to get heavier every year.

The down side is, the way they do them now is to put a unit in the cellar and in the attic. We have lived in this house for 23 years. Do you realize how much stuff gets "put away" into the attic and cellar storage rooms? And Now I have to clear them out. And I have to decide what get kept, what gets "disposed of", and where. What goes to Goodwill? St Vincent DePaul? The children? The landfill? Where do I put it until its ready to be moved?

This job is not nearly as much fun as I expected it to be.

And how did I get all that stuff into that little bitty room?

This day in History: Martin Luther King, Jr. Assassinated

Wednesday, April 04, 2012

"The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy." — Martin Luther King Junior (15 January 1929 - 4 April 1968).

Washington Post headline: www.washingtonpost.com/national/mart

Martin Luther King assassination in 1968 a ‘cruel and wanton act'

"Forty-four years ago today, civil rights leader Martin Luther King Jr. was shot to death on a motel balcony in Memphis, Tenn. He was 39.

"A day after his assassination, The Washington Post ran a front page story about King’s death, alongside a photo of the Baptist minister with his hands clasped.

"With much of the country in mourning, The (Washington) Post also ran a story from the Times-Herald that began:

“'Martin Luther King is the victim of a cruel and wanton act that will be deplored from one end of this country to the other. There is about this assault upon the great Negro leader the same kind of wanton senselessness that overtook the man whose tactics he emulated — Mahatma Gandhi. Men of good will, noble purpose and pacific impulses enjoy no immunity from violence, no matter how they shut it in their personal conduct.'

Click the above link to read more.

I remember that week well. The weather was spectacular. Baltimore City was ablaze. But the Orioles had Opening Day anyway. In an effort to get people off the street, the game was broadcast, I think, on all three channels (remember those days?) commercial free.

I remember my dad going downtown to bring my grandmother out to where we lived in Harford County and she refused to leave. Dad stayed with her and mom was going nuts. He was only three years past a nearly fatal heart-attack and had 10 of his 13 children still living at home.

It was a crazy time. The just two months later Sirhan Sirhan murdered Bobby Kennedy.

Physical therapy is working

Wednesday, April 04, 2012

Or it could be just a the healing process. What ever it is, I no am able to bring my left arm almost vertical. It's about 5 degrees short of vertical. It's not comfortable to hold for a prolonged period.

But there it is.

Four weeks ago just getting to horizontal was painful.

Now almost vertical is only uncomfortable.

That is progress.

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