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Tuesday, March 27, 2007

assertion



oh, so full of it. both yesterday and today i began the day with a good breakfast and sit-ups and push-ups. a good start to the day. today i discovered another bus line that puts me on time if i miss the first one :) [although it was a harrowing experience waiting for a bus i wasn't sure hadn't just passed before i arrived]

yesterday:

over the first cup of coffee (the norm is four) i decided that i would definitely get some exercise in the evening. i just had to figure out how. the day was split into work, and helping out with translations.

the whole way home, when i wasn't chatting, i was pondering my exercise options... by the time i got home i *still* wasn't sure, but i put on my rollerblades anyway (it was a clear night), and went out. i warmed up after a few minutes, and wended and wound my way until i found myself in unfamiliar territory. i'd been out about 45 minutes, and decided it was time to turn back.

just then, i feel some drops of rain. i like rain, i'm on my blades and feeling good, i'm all warmed up, i take off my shirt and enjoy it a bit. i know, somewhere in the back of my head, that it's not a good situation to be in if it gets any wetter, but there's not a hell of a lot i can do about it aside from returning home as fast as i can.

who could have guessed? just as i began approaching home base, i was blasted with a mind-bogglingly mid-winter downpour. i couldn't stop to wait it out, because i'd cool off even quicker and there was no telling how long it would last, i couldn't continue full-tilt because i'd either destroy my blades, die, or both, and so i ended up relatively cautiously skeeting my way through the back-streets, constantly searching for chains of less-wet and sneaking under over-hanging bushes in the dark.

it's a bloody miracle i didn't kill myself last night. but there was something in all that that just felt good. cleaning my blades for an hour afterwards certainly wasn't it (although i'd put on the juluka collection nystire brought me and that did help), but picking my way through rain-drenched streets forced me to such a high level of concentration that i zoned completely, and that was great.

it's not often that i enter the moment, and i appreciate it fully when i do.

spot joined me in watching for all mankind, which i've decided is my new preferred treatment for insomnia. when i did manage to keep my eyes open what i saw was stunning ^_^

i put myself to bed relatively early, a snug, warm end to a rather nice day. after taking a most disturbing and fascinating look at the 70's.

today:

i discovered this morning that the guy i'd translated for had managed to un-correct things when i left, so i had to go over them again today :P

today was an excellent one. i got through a lot. and the kid made me proud by taking issue with his commanders over all the crap that's being going on since i left. now i'm off for a friend's send-off to officer's course.

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