Climbing gets a little better every day.

I’ve got the kitten, I’m thinking of moving with the Girl Friend into a new apartment with a washer, a dryer, a dishwasher and a garbage disposal. These things alternately make me glow, afraid, and giggle. It’s not like it’s a washer dryer standing combo after all.

There are a few things that appear to be missing, objects of affection which I would have assumed I’d have hanging around somewhere.

I’ve been mining an artery of bad chocolate, poisonous slivers of self-loathing left percolating for hate juice, gasoline for an engine stamped in long uphill runs, too many push-ups turned into a stomach that wont stay  flat as I’d like, my poetry needs an oil change, and an after dinner mint slashing breath freshener, my machines have all gone virtual, maybe the earth spins in imaginary toes with less passion, perspective and other unattractive vices have left me reasonable where I should be angry and rusted shut where she should be full of compassion and understanding, to over full of tender and respectful mercy killings, no more bloody bats, no more midnight fish-less boat rides, the coffee cup is over flowing and I need more napkins.

There’s a pleasing confusion of lust, longing and loveless nights.

At Least I’m not getting Fat.

I feel like my legs are finally on the mend, there’s a confluence of therapeutic action, stretching and time spent recovering from worn shoes. Every day is just a little bit better.

Yesterday I ran 4.2 miles at just over a 7:06 pace.

Mebe I’m not a broken down man after all.

Some days everything just seems a little harder. Sure I still did my 200 push-ups but it felt like work.

I’m sore and sleepy for no particular reason.

Some days you just have to go home and curl up under the blankets mebe have some cider.

Yesterday at the climbing gym was amazing!

Also the post-modern, post-media, post-election, prelude to the singularity insanity continues in Iran.

Go, go, new media.

Hard at work on a lot of different fronts, sit-ups, push-ups and running at lunch. Massage in the afternoon followed by climbing rocks. I just need to fit a bike ride in their somewhere and it’ll be perfect. Maybe ten miles in the evening?

Life is Good.

I think I get a pay raise on 7/1/09.

Life is freaking Good.

Really, Really, Good.

I ran twice today, in the cool rain and now I’m off for crazy interval training.

It’s been a good day more or less.

Elephants are apparently made of awesome.

A long hike up the side of a mountain followed by dinner.

And yes it was stalking us.

Also good climbing.

Life is beautiful and cloudy.

After an ill-advised run I’m letting my ankles heal up a bit before I go for a well advised one.

Tonight, therapeutic massage and climbing walls.

Straight off the presses from England, more heroic than last few novels but chocked full of awesome.

Friendly is my new favorite.