5k

We did a 5 kilo­me­tre run today. We did it in 42 min­utes and 22 sec­onds. Nei­ther one of us stopped to walk, which was my per­son­al goal.

Woohoo!

Two in a week

It’s bad enough when some­one 15 years old­er than I am pass­es away, some­one I respect­ed and admired, some­one I viewed as a mentor.

It’s worse — some­how — when some­one that has the exact same birth­day as I do pass­es away.

Sor­ry if you’re read­ing this, Mom; I’ll try to min­i­mize the swear­ing in future posts. But I’ve got to get this off my chest:

Fuck you, cancer.

All of a sudden

Things change in a twin­kling some­times. My judo sen­sei, who has had can­cer for a year and a half — maybe longer, I can’t remem­ber what year it began — died this morn­ing at 2 AM.

I saw him on Wednes­day, and he looked fine, if a lit­tle thin. Now he’s gone, and I still can’t quite believe it.

One step closer to a theory of everything

May 6th was McHap­py Day, when McDon­ald’s restau­rants donat­ed a por­tion of sales to chil­dren’s charities.

May 5th was Cin­co de Mayo, large­ly cel­e­brat­ed around these parts by going to Mex­i­can restau­rants and drink­ing booze that makes you think of Mexico.

if you woke up on the 6th with a hor­ri­ble hang­over from your Cin­co tequi­la-and-Coro­na ben­der, need­ing some greasy food stat — why not go to McD’s and at least gorge on Egg McMuffins for a good cause?

Coin­ci­dence, or clever mar­ket­ing by the Clown Prince of Capitalism?