I went running last night before dinner. I've been going about every 9-10 days lately, as I feel my plantar fasciitis trying to come back (NOOooooooooooo!). I've been mentally running Led Zeppelin's Since I've Been Lovin' You in my head as my pacer, which is making me a little faster than some previous tunes. The first movement of Beethoven's Sixth Symphony has been my generic go-to pacer for years, though I hate that piece, and I've tried the middle movement of Khachaturian's Piano Concerto recently—better, and slightly faster—and a few other things. This Zeppelin tune keeps me fast enough that I've had to stop a few times from overheating (if only the temps were about 5 degrees colder!), but overall my times are better. Though the desire to lessen the foot impact (see plantar fasciitis above) changes my gait, and my hips are both feeling like crap today. Sore and stiff from front to back. Argh. Let's be old! \o/
I finished reading David Sedaris' Me Talk Pretty One Day, and I liked the second half of the book pretty well. The first half talks about speech therapy and his lisping problem as a child, and it implies that 1) lisping is just part of being gay! It's inevitable! and 2) all lispers will obviously become gay men, and girls never lisp, and by implication there are no non-effeminate gay men? IDK, this part was really starting to piss me off, and because he named names of other boys in 'lisp' therapy during his grade school years (including one boy whom he says came "mincing around the corner"), he is effectively outing a bunch of other kids without their consent who may or may not have actually turned out to be gay (or if so, chosen to be open about it), but also... what the hell?!? $%*^?!@*!#&!! Yeah, I'm still pissed off.
I'm currently reading Miss Peregrine's Home For Peculiar Children, which I tried to get our son interested in years ago. It's never at the library, but I borrowed it via Kindle (not ideal, considering the number of interesting and weird pictures in it). It is not at all what I expected—the tone is completely different, and the construct of the story is more about an "ordinary" boy looking into his grandfather's past and uncovering a deeper and more sci-fi/fantasy type of mystery. Very hard to put down, which means I've gotten little else done this weekend but reading it and Idol entries, and exercising. Hey, better than a bad or aggravating book.
We're enjoying Second Chance on TV, and how nice to have The Blacklist back in all its cracktastic glory. But where are Ichabod and Abbie, and why do so many people rag on the humor aspects of Limitless (which are honestly our favorite parts)?
All right, time to bike soon. I got out last week on the bike path, and was able to go upstream for a change! (Only on non-holiday weekdays, since it's too crowded otherwise and the legions of the clueless are dangerous) Last Monday was a holiday, so I went downstream. We'd had rain for days, so there were puddles I had to go through because there was no "around." I'm hoping they've dried up quite a bit by now!
The Super Bowl is coming up, not that I really care, but... didn't that used to be held around the last weekend in January, up until recently? It's in February now, and I'm not sure why that changed.