slacking and thoughts...

Ok ok so I've been slacking on the writing which usually means there's so much going on inside the head that there's a traffic jam when it comes to speaking or writing. Everything wants to come out at once and thus nothing comes out. This past week has been a little rough starting out with a little self induced illness the beginning of the week, followed up by some not so induced sickness later in the week. Workouts obviously have suffered because of said sickness. Shannan and I, however, did make it outside for a run yesterday... only the second since the birthday challenge. Nothing too strenuous and my endurance seemed as good as ever, but it's going to take some getting back into the saddle as far as muscle memory goes. Oh and my knee hates me still... but I think that should settle down as I ease back into things.

So last Saturday night turned into a shit show and I payed dearly for it. I was consequently scolded by everyone in sight for being so stupid... and rightly so given my IBD situation, but of course something about the situation irritated me. I find it ironic how people suffering from long term self induced health problems can tell me that I should take better care of myself based on one night of too much fun but preceded by and followed by a fairly serious routine of diet and exercise. I'm not saying they're wrong... they're not... just a little hypocritical. It's like the parent who smokes telling his/her son or daughter smoking is bad for you and not to do it. They are absolutely right... but you can't help noticing the irony. That's my beef.

This Friday night Shannan and I went to see the new Leo and Kate movie "Revolutionary Road". Great movie. It was thoroughly engaging with life lessons out the ass... not to mention the movie was set in the 50's but is as relevant today as ever. In some ways I felt as though the movie was made just for me, putting my thoughts into a plot with great actors playing out my ideas. The plot centers around a young married couple trying to escape the mundane everydayness of life in pristine suburbia and in doing so forgetting that what they need to make themselves happy is something they already have. It touches on the idea that many have of getting as far away as possible to find themselves as well as the idea of feeling trapped in a current living situation that is not conducive to expressing the true nature of their self. Actually, now that I think about it, this is such a great movie because it can mean so many different things to so many different people.. and thus fits my definition of great art.

On a side note, I think I'll start working on a book... of some sort...on some subject, more on that later. Enjoy your Sunday as most Americans sit around getting fatter while watching a sport that requires true athleticism, strength, and speed. Oh, and don't forget to watch the fucking commercials.