Like all other people with dreams and ambitions on the eve of a new year, I always have BIG GOALS. This is gonna be my year. Not like last year! This one’s gonna be different! Finally, I’m gonna DO IT. This is it. No more fooling around. HERE WE GO, NEW ME!!!
That’s the way we all think on December 31st, right?
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Do you like numbers? I like numbers. Some people think numbers are boring. This post is not for those people.
I suppose there’s really no better time to come down with a cold than the week between Christmas and New Year’s, when time doesn’t seem to exist and, as I tweeted a few days ago, it feels like you’re living inside an instantaneous moment like when Jodie Foster fell through the wormhole machine in Contact. You know when she visits her dad on the weird planet with the backwards tide but later it’s revealed she never left the launching pad? That’s now. We’re in that. Time is meaningless, space is nonexistent, and, even if we explained what transpired this week to anyone outside of it (which is no one and everyone), they wouldn’t believe us – for to them, this week never took place.
Maybe I’ve been cooped up inside for too long.
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Oof, I’ve been out of it. I haven’t posted in four days, which is apparently the length of time I start to feel rul guilty about it. But I have an excuse: I have a small cold! Boo-hoo. It’s just a sore throat and an occasional sniffle and sneeze. I started feeling it the day after Christmas, I THINK as a result of being around so many kids? None of my nephews were sick, but the last time I got this same thing, I had also just been around my nephews a bunch. I don’t know how parents even survive raising kids. Your immune systems must have to be made of steel.
This morning I ran a good old 10 miles on my good old route around good old Northport.
I love running on weekends because not only can I run after the sun is up, I don’t have to rush to catch a train. It’s so leisurely. It’s also Christmas Eve, and I honestly love running on or close to holidays when hardly anyone is out driving. Christmas is not only my favorite holiday, it’s my favorite day to run. In fact, I only did 10 miles today – instead of going longer than last week’s 12 – so I’d have some energy left to run tomorrow.
It’s Saturday evening, far too late to be writing about Friday morning’s run. I wish I had a good excuse other than laziness. Admittedly, Friday was an odd day at work because we all left at or before 3pm, although we still had Bagel Friday, THANK GOD.
The past few days have been one heck of a whirlwind, folks.
First, I’ve been on a cookie-baking mission. For the first time in my life, I decided to bake Christmas cookies and give them away as gifts – some family, a couple friends, a few co-workers, my mouth.
I thought it was time once again to up my long run’s distance. After spending what seemed like months at 10 miles, two weeks ago I ran 11. Last week was the 15K (9.32 mile) race. So this week felt like the perfect week to go to 12.
My mother had a wise old saying we kids would hear from time to time, especially in winter.
It’s colder than a witch’s tit out there.
Last night was my office holiday party and a whole lot of fun (open bar, karaoke, free greasy and delicious apps) that didn’t get me home until midnight. Which actually wasn’t late at all, considering that in order to be home at midnight, I had to leave the East Village at 10pm.
My Body Is A Machine 