May 20th, 2002



I'm not dead! Or rather, I'm not curled up into a little ball of muscle spasms, cursing Corprew, Ballard, or the day I ever heard of GPS receivers. Wow. I must be more fit than I thought.

I was pretty sore by the end of yesterday, right down to the joints, so I expected that even with the hot shower and ibuprofen before bed I'd be sore again today in equal or greater measure. I'm tired - but no more stiff and creaky than usual. Now it's true that I've been doing a lot more walking since moving into this apartment, just because the location is so excellent that it's often quicker to walk where I'm going than to wait for the bus to come by. And the killer hill where Boren rises from Pike to Union has been making a daily appearance in my life, all 170-odd steps of it. So little bits do help, I guess.

Well, I'm still not ready to hike the Pacific Crest trail, by any means. But I'll confess to being pretty damn pleased with myself, nonetheless. Give me time...
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60 to 0 in as many seconds

first -- adoring, bah. BAH, I say, ignoring the 'truth hurts' aspect. Go drool on women with stripy socks.

second -- I'm never going to be happy to be solicited for money on the street, but if you start your salutation "hey babe" your chances of getting any change out of me just slipped from slim to never.

third -- Stephen Jay Gould died today. Not that as a fair-to-middling student from a podunk university I ever had a snowball's chance in hell of interacting with him on a professional level; nevertheless he was kind of my patron saint in college. I missed seeing him when he was in town speaking last, to my now eternal regret...