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!
Part-time prevaricator
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!
Today is the first day we run for 30 minutes without a break. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little spooked by that.
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.
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.
…the latest Dresden Codak webcomic wossname deals up a list of the Essential 3rd Act Twists.
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?