Monday......

Blah! Monday!! The start of a new week! I guess maybe it's not good to start off my post on a negative note, when in the grand scheme of things everything for me is pretty peachy. I'm employed in a job that doesn't really take a lot of work and pays pretty well, my wife walks on water, I have 6 great kids, a fantastic son-in-law, a daughter-in law who is so much like my wife it's scary, and 4 grand kids who I'm certain will turn out like their parents. My health is good...except for the fact that my BMI says I need to lose about 30 pounds, my blood pressure is so high that the moon's gravity pulls on me more the earth's, and my heart skips about one in every ten beats. So in reality, there's really no reason to be negative. But it's MONDAY! And MONDAYS SUCK!!!

I just got back from a little jaunt in the dark, and decided that running in the dark IS better...at least when you're out of shape. I ran the same route I usually do (about 3.5...give or take a few hundred feet) and it didn't seem quite as long as Thursday's run. It could be because on Thursday there were pockets of CH4 I ran through that were so heavy if I'd lit a match I wouldn't be posting, or it could be because I'm slowly getting in shape, or it might be that I'm senile enough that I can't remember what it felt like to run last week. At any rate, I actually enjoyed tonight's run, and I'm looking foward to going again tomorrow. We'll see if I manage to go again, and how I feel when I finish.

I sometimes wish that I had people in Klamath who liked to run, but since I'm anti-social and really competitive those thoughts are rather fleeting. In the past when I've run with people they've been younger, faster, and in better shape than I (the last two characteristics include everyone in the world that goes faster than a walk)...and for some reason think that when you go for a run you need to talk. Screw that!!! Who in the hell can carry on a conversation when your heart is pounding so hard it's on the verge of breaking ribs, you breathe 10 times to every step, and all you can taste is blood? With that thought, I'm better off running by myself. I'll let you know how tomorrow goes.