Slowly Checking Items off the List

"Do do do do dooooooo, do do do do doooooo" Quick, what's that the opening synthesizer "riff" to? This is an EASY one, I'll give you time to think about it.

Yesterday was indeed a good day for checking things off my list that are hard for me to do. I can't discuss the details of the first task just yet out of respect for all individuals involved, and even worse out of fear of jinxing myself. The second however, I can discuss. I threw caution to the wind and picked up the phone, dialed the numbers myself (or pushed the buttons, my mobile is not a rotary phone), and made myself a dentist appointment. I knew the call would be relatively painless but still, I don't like making those types of calls.

The new and improved Old Coot now makes lists using Google Desktop and has to cross things off of those lists. He is held accountable to the good folks at Google who - should they want to invade my privacy - would know that I need to see the dentist (among other things). This has made my life both simpler and extraordinarily more complicated. Simpler, in that I have a nice tidy list to remind me what I need to do and more complex in that the things I need to do aren't simple or easy for me to do. Since I no longer fall within the careless, youthful, irresponsible, age 18-24 demographic I think it's time to hike up my pants and take charge of my life. Contrary to the beliefs of some, my lifestyle is not "unhealthy", but there are things I should be taking care of.

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Enough of that crap. I've now reloaded my to-do list with items around the house, primarily cleaning. Two cats make a mess of the joint in no time, plus I have entire rooms I've neglected for months. Other items relate to the afore-unmentioned task, and can be divulged at a later date (I hope).

Damn, it's getting cold out. Last night I had the Thursday Night Run and I suited up with shorts and long sleeves. Eventually I warmed up enough that my hands weren't freezing, but I'm afraid the time is soon coming that I'll have to change my garb. With temps sinking into the 40s, we're looking at two upper layers and tights instead of shorts. That's right, tights. I'm even considering buying a pair of these to keep me warm in the frigid winter months. I haven't decided which pattern yet, though. I posted a question on my message board to see if people even like them. I would hate to drop hard earned cash on something fun like that and have them suck. We'll see how it turns out.

Today is Bagel Day, Chicken Pizza Day as well as payday. So far I've partaken in a bagel. Come lunchtime I'll be dining on only the finest chicken pizza (with hot sauce) money can buy. Or at least the finest pizza that $2.75 can buy. Them shits are delish!

Sunday I'm heading up to Monroe, MA for a trail race. A few of the guys I run with on Thursdays and other assorted weekdays are going up to run it and have nothing but good things to say about it. I guess it's a real ballbuster, but it's a very scenic course and ends with a chili lunch. I heard rumors that there might not be chili, in which case I'll be somewhat disappointed. Having never experienced the post-race chili I won't be heartbroken, but it would be a nice touch. Me likey the chili.

One of the catches to this particular route is that you run uphill for 6 miles, then downhill for roughly 3, through a river, then downhill for one more. For a race where you start and finish at the same place it would seem that you should spend half of your distance going up and half down, but the geometry of those MA/VT mountains doesn't have to play by the same rules I guess. The river is just a kick in the nads to make sure you feel like crap at the end of the course. A change of clothes is definitely required for this one!

Well Cooterinos, I must bid you adieu. Take care and I'll holler at you later.

Over and Out,
Old Coot