not in our stars, but in ourselves
Hey, remember that so-easy-even-I-can-do-it movie challenge I was going to do, once a week, for the whole year? Whatever happened to that? Oops. The plain, unvarnished truth is that I’m lazy – so lazy that even watching a movie and writing about it can seem like too much for me to want to bother doing. Now, I’m not so far behind that I can’t catch up, and I will! I promise! I would like to apologize, however, for neglecting the one job I set out to do with this blog when I started it: write about movies. It’s expanded into a personal blog, and a general interest blog, and I don’t want to constrict it back to movies alone – but I’d like to do a better job at disciplining myself.
Speaking of discipline, I was somewhat busy this weekend, or at least yesterday: my friend and I ran a 5K (I did it in 26:50 with a pace of 8:47 – kid’s stuff for a serious runner, but pretty fucking good for my slow old ass). This particular 5K is part of a series, all ending with a big party – complete with beer, hot dogs, and a dance contest. My friend – who is an instigator, and with whom I am VERY ANGRY – literally pulled my arm into the dance contest…and somehow I ended up in the finals. Thank god I didn’t make it to the very last dance-off, because lemme tell ya: aggressively dancing after you’ve run 3.1 miles, drunk six beers*, and stood around baking in the sun for a couple of hours, is not easy. And of course, because I yam what I yam, I went to the gym afterwards to lift weights and sober up a bit. My legs were upset with me this morning. I’m sorry, legs. This is all for your benefit.
*Go big or go home, right?