Congratulations to my best man and his wife on the birth of their first child, Lukas Bridger.
Tag: Life
I’m up far later than I should be. Alternating between LCD Soundsystem and Philip Glass. Converting starred items in Google Reader into an avalanche of del.icio.us posts. I apologize to my subscribers for this. Hopefully, you’ll find something good in there. I need to stop starring posts (a.k.a. saving them for later action, a.k.a. procrastinating).
That pile of starred posts sort of reflects other aspects of my life lately. Things have been hectic, to say the least. I let the chaos prevent me from doing a lot of the things I need to be doing. And the pile grew larger and more intimidating.
But now I’m picking things off the pile and putting them in their proper places. That really feels good. Even something as insignificant (in the grand scheme of things) as bookmarking old blog posts.
Good things are coming.
And it’s time for me to go to bed.
If you’re the kind of person who believes in prayer, please pray for my grandfather, Dale Rex. He’s in the hospital and could use some help.
I’m moving on November 23 or 24. Please let me know if you want to help and which day is best. Many hands make light work. I will provide the customary pizza and beer.
Jeff and Nicole, I think you’ll be happy to know that my new apartment is on the ground floor.
You never forget how to ride a bike
As you probably have noticed, I haven’t written anything of any substance here in a long time. With all the changes in my life over the last few months, this site has unfortunately become less of a priority for me. Now that I’m starting to get my balance again, I’m going to try my hardest to make time for writing.
I also think it’s kind of ridiculous for me to be attending “the blogosphere’s conference” next month when I’ve been doing such a horrible job of blogging. Yes, I realize that I always go through this I’m-a-terrible-blogger phase in the weeks leading up to Gnomedex. I’m going to try my hardest not to relapse this time, though.
Speaking of balance, I purchased a mountain bike on Friday. It’s the first time I’ve had a bicycle since I got too big for the dirt bike I won at the Henry County Fair when I was maybe four years old. (Is that right, Mom?)
For a couple years, I’ve been unsuccessfully trying to force myself to follow a running regimen. What makes running difficult for me is that I was born with a club foot. The doctors did a really good job of reconstructing my leg, but I still have very limited mobility in my left ankle. Because of this, my ability to run anything beyond a short sprint takes a lot of extra work. (It’s also quite funny looking, as Gabe can attest to.) Despite this limitation, I was successful at wrestling, baseball, and football in my youth.
So, knowing that running is difficult for me, why did I choose it as my method for getting back in shape in my adult life? I don’t really know. Probably some pigheaded need to prove that I can will myself to do anything. After running into the same wall over and over for the last couple years, I’m finally ready to admit that, yes, I am human. There are things I just can’t do. One of those things is run a marathon.
Which is just fine with me because, after just a couple rides on the new bike, I’m remembering how much fun cycling is. I’m totally hooked. I’m already trying to find ways I can tinker with my bike. I wouldn’t be surprised if I end up getting a road bike in the near future, as well.