Blew my Connections streak today. I'd like to think I did it on purpose, I mean, I kind of did, because I didn't care. I was ten days short of a year.
Distance: 3.1 miles
Duration: 26:35Pace: 8:34
Get that? Every day since last May, I have been using part of my brain, fretting I would blow my streak. That's not a game, that's not enjoyable. That is a task.
Temperature: 67°
Climate: light fluffy clouds
Mood: good
And it has affected my writing. I write in the morning. Spending the morning puzzling is not writing. It's not anything. I have been reading Barry Joseph's book on Sondheim's puzzling obsession, and the more I read it the more irritated I am. Sondheim spent so much time creating games and puzzles but also writing the great American musical.
165-174 BPM Playlist
Because I Got High - Afroman
You're the Best Thing - Style Council
Bitterblue - Cat Stevens
Boy in Luv - BTS
Past in Present - Feist
Magical Trevor - Mr Weebl
Take on Me - a-ha
Novocaine for the Soul - Eels
Stretches: yes
Water: yes
Weight: 163 lbs. (+3.0)
Water: yes
Weight: 163 lbs. (+3.0)
It seems so specious, puzzling, you feel as though you are accomplishing something but it's just a diversion. Which is fine if you are also actually creating. He was, I am not. At least, not yet. I have plans. And part of that includes not wasting part of the morning puzzling.
Today, I wrote. And I had ideas. And though I am frustrated, it is a positive step forward.
Planks: TBA
Push-ups: TBA
Sit-Ups: TBAPush-ups: TBA
Nice day, cleaning house, did the pre-show talk. The room was at capacity, good humor, I felt confident. Much better than, say, yesterday. And then a fast run! Like, really fast. Felt confident about that, too.
And last night we attended the game, which began in rain and ended with a Guardians victory! Cleveland!








