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�2006 Candor Communications


2004-05-11 - 9:19 a.m.

lamentations, exultations, revelations (or something like them)


do I get pathetic between workouts or what?... well, I come back from the gym (yes, the gym is open, finally, again, yay dammit!) and a decent workout after taking off a few days and I feel like I've been laying around whining and bitching forever... maybe I was, you can tell me, I can take it (today, at least)... my belly bludges a bit at the moment... water bloat (and a reminder that I still haven't really gotten back to kicking my abs ass... now that is a strange turn of a phrase, huh?... anyway, the last major hurdle I've set before me {and the most ignorant wall of them all cuz I know so much better than I let on having been a thousand sit-up a night kid from early on in this life)... but anyway, I am so full of it... so much stupidity on two legs... if I sat on a broom I'd be jerk on a stick... if I could fly I'd be the only flying dodo bird left alive... if I was a fish I'd probably forget I could breath under water and drown...

I think my large intestine and my brain sac switched contents when I wasn't looking... I'd say call me Gomer but it'd be an insult to Gomer... I deserve less respect than Rodney Dangerfield... just shoot me, I've forgotten how to play the piano... the door closed and the rose is on the other side... and the tower, were is the tower...

doh duh doh doh duh...

ok, so thinking back on the memory of the tone of the mood of the last few or half dozen or so entries, I obvious want sympathy and mothering or some sort of save-me nurturing from time to time... does that make me human or have I just learned to imitate it well?... has this diary crossed over into the land of the mostly dead even though, or maybe because, I don't have time to visit there (or anywhere else uch) and bleed the leeches and scrub the wounds and bury the hackets and do whatever else it is that the mostly dead do except to update the workout log... was that a question?... the difference, I think, is there's more laughing at myself here (though sometimes it might not show through too well cuz I don't find just the right words to express the complexity of the experience or the emotion) and there's more waa waa tears there...

so let's see, my one serious workout friend who is studying to be a professional something or other (actually a couple or few different really impressive something-or-others... life coach, nutritionist, and more... go visit and be inspired) is sneering (with love, no doubt) at my pathos and I hear her gentle voice matter-a-factly cheering me on while her eyes say, yeah, it's about time... unfortunately, being at least 3500 miles away makes daily coaching kinda challenging and nobody around this physical life (of all my aquaintences) is doing anything... with my current budget, joining a gym is foolish, especially when I have one free here at the apartments... I used to just show up at schoolyards for pick up games of basketball or softball or paddleball, all I see around here is one basketball court and the players are kids who can dance rings around me (at my best in basketball I was good defense, mediocre offense... softball I loved and played much better and paddleball I was sometimes king of the court and I'd spend whole days out there unbeaten... should I suddenly feel old now?... well, if I should, I'm laughing about it...

it would be nice to find a tennis partner, if not a more active workout partner in this odd town... you'd think that the tourist capital of the world (well, ok, at least one of them) would have lots of friendly people and it would be real easy to find friends around here, but it's so very much a bedroom community and people meet people through other people and I don't know any other people... I know, excuses... start checking out the meetups again... heck, there's a DLand meetup, right?... actually, yes, but few sign up and nobody shows up, but there is a LJ meetup with 177 members so some must show up so there's incentive to get my LJ journals back up and running again... oh time, sweet elusive friend...

forgot this was open, so much for life's distractions around here... I'll be back sometime to finish the thought (if there was one)... maybe tomorrow... hope you enjoyed your day (I'd like to know)...






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