Welcome Back

To myself. Been a few days since I posted. And this is probably the wrong time to post, but heh...it's my blog and I'll post if I want to, post if I want to...you would post to if it happened to you.
How scary is it that the tune for that song was in my head when I typed that? I even typed it in rythym...sometimes I scare even me. Like tonight, for instance.
It has never been a secret that regular exercise and me are as closely linked as integrity and Congressmen. And running is always at the bottom of that list. I just don't get excited about shortness of breath, back pain, shoulder pain, ankle pain, and foot pain the way I should to really be a dedicated runner. Those are exactly the symptoms..well, add tighness of the chest...that I feel when I run. I don't mind if there is a good reason...the ice cream truck is turning the corner, for instance...or if there is a ball involved, assuming that ball is a tennis, base or basket. or ping. I like those balls too. But running just to run? Frankly, Simpsons reruns with a bag of popcorn and a soda hold much more appeal for me.
I can only think of one thing I hate more than running. And tonight I was working on my Spanish homework. After being sick enough last week that I completely skipped one class (although, to be fair, I was sent home from work early...like, 8:30 in the morning early...and did not go in at all the day of class) and left the other one about 15 minutes in, it is no surprise the homework made no sense to me.
This is even less surprising when you realize that even when I make every class it is very, very difficult for me. My learning method and immersion learning do not mesh well.
So I struggled my way through it. I have no idea whether I did it right or not. Sadly, and tellingly for someone who takes as much pride in their grades as I do, I really don't give a smurf's behind, either. Here is how frustrated I was; I actually looked forward to running.
Tonight was only a 40 minute run. I have measured the distance to Sunset High School's side track entrance...between .6 and .7 tenths of a mile. The run there is almost entirely hills. I did not slow on any of them. I ran almost the entire two miles on the track I scheduled myself for (usually I stop about every 3/4 of a mile) and took less than 1/8th of a mile walk break then ran home without pause. I guess frustrated, angry running is more effective. Of course, I am paying for it...I am not a small guy, never have been, and that is a lot of weight to pound the pavement for that long. About 3.3 miles, scheduled for 40 minutes, checked in at 38, so I made slightly better time than I wanted to. Oh, well.
The lesson here? If you ever need to take a degree and need to take a language, skip the entire school experience. Totally not worth it.
Oh, did I mention I did an audit today? There was a cluster I missed...three more classes that, IF they are offered in succession in the evening, will ONLY add 1 more year to the 1 year I have left if everything else falls into place. I will retire two days before I finish school.