Goal: Failed

Yeah, that's right. I'm not to proud to admit it.

The totals for June: Run - 20 miles; Bike - 52 miles. So if you combine the two, I did go over my goal. Unless you account for the fact that biking is easy. So still, failure due to...

1. Unrealistic goals. I think 50 was a wee bit too high. After my month of recovery, I needed to build back up to doing miles again, on a weird walk/ run system that took a lot more time than I was used to. 30 or 40 might have been more manageable, and I may not have suffered from...
2. Lack of motivation. I just haven't wanted to run. This is an odd feeling, because before training for a marathon, all I ever wanted to do was run. I scheduled my life around when I could go out. I ran when it was 90 degrees out and when it was -10. Now, when given the option of putting on my running shoes or popping in a movie, I'll choose Netflix any day. My only guess is that I got burned out, because...
3. I'm just not made for marathons. I love the idea of running 26 miles all at once. I really do. The feeling of power, the wind in my hair, the sweat on my brow, and the glory at the finish line. Mmm. But those hours. And those miles. And fitting it into my schedule. And the pain. And the food! I'll reevaluate next year, but for now, my goal is...

Run more than Mike this summer. You hear me, Fuchs. It's on.

el Orfanato (The Orphanage)

Creepy a** movie.

The makings of a great classic ghost story: a couple moves into an old orphanage with their small child, who, soon enough, starts playing with imaginary friends. Creepiness ensues, with a mysterious old lady at the door, playground equipment that moves of its own volition, doors slamming, and a score that, rather than making you jump and spill your popcorn, gives you a sense of uneasiness that sticks for the entire movie.

The Spanish subtitles were hardly noticeable, I was so engrossed. Only qualm was that the film reminded me a bit of Orson Scott Card's Lost Boys. But it worked, so I was ok with it.

A Note On Failed Goals

About a week ago I decided that my newest running goal, post-injury (nagging shin splints), would be a mere 50 miles in June. This is down from some pretty hefty training mileage back in March and April, so I thought it would be a cake walk to ramp up the mileage pretty quick, and augment the low mileage with some bike riding on the weekends.

Turns out it's harder than I thought. I'll be lucky if I hit 40 by June 30 on my new Obeying Doctor's Orders plan.

Dang. I miss the road.

My Everywhere Person

Has anyone ever heard of this phenomenon? Back in college, there was this guy that I saw on the street all the time, in a ton of my classes (all unrelated ones), and just generally random places. he was a very distinctive looking guy, with a black pea coat and hooded sweatshirt underneath (very popular at the time of Dogma), and dark greasy hair. I never talked to my everywhere person, and it always sort of unnerved me when I found him in yet another place or situation that I was in.

Now 3 years out of college, I have a new everywhere person. I've often seen this man at Pick n Save when I do my late night shopping, and tonight he was wandering up 124th street. He's an interesting man. I'm going to name him Richard. I think he has a friend, and occasionally they make mad dashes through the store picking out produce and things to grill.

I would like to learn more about Richard.

I would also like to find more information on the Everywhere Person Phenomenon.

What To Read to the Children

Seriously?