Where have all the good times gone?

Reading "Two Shakes" by Luke Brett
with the playwright at Goldhorn Brewery

We have been avoiding social media. This is part of a trend that began when I lost interest in blogging. 

Slight tangent: This is not a blog. This is a health record. For a short time, it was a promotional device for a play about running, but in main, it is a record. I discovered that keeping track of how many times I run reminds me to run. If I didn't keep track of my runs, I could easily just stop doing it, for weeks or even months. Instead, I have this reminder -- oh, you haven't run in a week? You better get on that.

How many runs did I take in 1993? I have no idea. Maybe ten? Or twenty? How many runs did I take in 1994? A lot, for a brief moment, and then not at all. I have no idea. Do you see? I have no idea.

So. Social media. Every time I visit, something angers me. Or makes me depressed. I resolved to stop. I didn't announce it to the world, it's so dumb when people do that. I just ghosted. And not entirely, I will post things, but I will not look at others' posts. I find myself opening the app, like a tic, then remember my resolved, close it before anything pops up, and put my phone in my pocket.

Is this easy? It is not. But it is necessary.

Distance: 1 mile

Duration: 8:43

Route: Neighborhood Loop
Temperature: 51°
Climate: overcast & cool
Mood: driven
Stretches: yes
Water: yes

Pain Reliever: TBD

What's That Lyric?

Where Have All the Good Times Gone - Van Halen