Running…

I can’t run.  I have no stamina.  I did make it farther today than last time, but I don’t think that last ten feet really speaks to an increase in anything but my need to make it look like I’m running more than I am.  I’m trying to kick it up to two or three days a week, just running the same thing over and over again, but I run out of steam so quickly that I feel like I must be doing something wrong.  Google Maps tells me I ran 2600 feet.  For those of you playing at home, that’s just under half a mile.  Wow.

I wonder.

Is it possible to have a weekend so lazy, so completely without action that it goes beyond simply not being constructive and passes into the realm of deconstructive??  That it may actually hinder, rather than just kill time?  I’m not sure.  I hope not.

Woah.

I know what Quantum Chromodynamics and Quantum Electrodynamics are.  Damn.

What was I thinking?

I ran an undisclosed distance (read: very short) this morning, and let me tell you: I cannot run.  We took a path behind the gym down along the river through the woods–not the most level ground I’ve ever seen.  I had been expecting something a little more, well, concrete.  But this was nice too.  I started out okay, but my freakishly low stamina put an end to me running sooner than I hoped, and I walked most of the way back.  The best part was that it was two skinny white guys, mostly blind without their glasses, racing through heavy foliage in the early morn.  It just made me chuckle…

The truth?

I had a dream about trombones last night.  I was, for some reason, supposed to be playing the trombone, an instrument I’ve never played.  But as I was failing to play the trombone, I was also playing the wrong song.  This caused some great offense, and everyone decided to hate me.  I told them I’d understand if they didn’t forgive me, and they were totally cool with that.  What a horrible dream…a trombone?  What the hell.