Well, I kept my promise to myself, and I didn't run. I did however eat too much today, but that's alright. Tomorrow we take our cat to the cat show. No shit. He (that is, Joey) is entered in the Household Cats division. Meaning he's an unidentifiable mutt, and he is judged on personality. By that criteria, he should win. Oh, and it's not really a cat "show." Nope. It's referred to in the scene as a "fancy." How did my life get so weird?
So -- to backtrack a bit -- why would not running have to be a promise kept to myself? Well, because I find it difficult to let up every once in a while. Hell, I can't even slow down during a run. So, the knee feels good, I will run tomorrow, and my mind will be less tense.
Today was also notable (for me anyhow) in that I finished my fourth season as manager in FIFA 07. Yeah, I know 08 is out, but I don't have a Wii (I won't get a PS3 or XBOX, I am Nintendo all the way) so I have to make due. And that is okay, except that my team (we will get into that in a minute) is wearing the shirts from last season, and they suck. But I digress... My first two seasons (as manager Ian Andrews of England) were with the Houston Dynamo mainly because I figured I wouldn't mind losing with a team I was familiar with, but didn't care too much for, and if I was successful, I'd end up being manager of (drum roll, please) my team: Sheffield Wednesday! Well, I won the MLS cup and the US cup, so after two seasons in H-Town, I was able to move on to Yorkshire and in my first season I won promotion to the Premier League, and in this one just ended finished second to Spurs. Not too shabby. I could have won the season if I had beaten Spurs in the last game of the season, but after going down by three goals to nil, I just started playing with a bad attitude, and got one guy red carded and injured two of their players. Real life may not be that wonderful for Tottenham, but on FIFA 07 their defense is unnervingly good. So, we start our new season with barely any money and in the second tier European cup competition. Ah, if only real life were so good.
So that was today. Tomorrow is a run and a cat 'fancy.' Back in my not-so hedonistic-drunken stupid wanna-be rockstar days, I always knew I'd calm down and settle into some sort of domestic bliss. I never would have guessed it would have been so damn surreal.
Buenas Noches!
