So, just to get it out and done for the day, I did 3 miles today. About a nine minute/mile pace. A tad too fast if you ask my knee. Yup, that goddamn familiar twinge is back. Ice, Advil, the Stick, and stretching and it showed up again. Not in a debilitating way, but just enough to make sure I do a very easy 15 minute run tomorrow. I have also decided that I need to look into New Balance shoes. My Asics have been good to me, but I'm curious to try other avenues.
As for the rest of it, it was an interesting Sunday. I finally decided what to do with the enormous pile of pro cycling magazines I've been carting around for seven years. I am recycling them. Goodbye. I'm convinced I keep buying them just because I have so many back issues. I'm bitter with the sport, and I have better places for my money to go (like nowhere). But more telling were two outdoor moments. We took the good dog Wednesday to the dog park today, and for the first time in years I sat down on grass on a lovely spring (I don't care, this is spring weather, never mind that it's January.) day, and just... sat in the grass. I remember doing that on so many occasions in my early twenties, and for some reason it just doesn't happen as much as it should anymore. The second moment was when I was walking back to the car after my run. If you walk heading east through the parking lot that borders Greenbriar at Rice, there is a line of non-palm standard for this area trees, and above that a few tall palm trees. The image of the lone palm sticking up over the line of moderately leafy trees and the birth throes of the sunset as background made me realize exactly where I live. Yes, I know I've been here almost 4(!) years, but it's never felt like any place. Ann Arbor had an identity, Big Rapids was just damn small, and Detroit is Detroit. But what is Texas? Or Houston for that matter? Houston feels like a mish-mash of things that wish not to be in the same room, and Texas feels like a country of its own. A country that doesn't want to know what for outside its own (very far apart) borders. And here I am. Lost in a state too big for its britches, in a city too big for community (at least in my opinion) and totally lost in my life. And by that I mean purpose. Direction. What are you supposed to aspire to when you never really thought about your aspirations? What in the hell am I supposed to be doing?
Right now, I suppose I should focus on the task at hand. That being getting my bios done, and making a small smidgen of scratch so that I can pay my bills.
To end this rather abruptly, I guess.
Buenas Noches.
