Daily Update

I stood on the path, awaiting the starter gun. Bang! It was like I was shot out of
a cannon. I had almost forgotten what it was like to break the sound barrier. My
ears popped. As gravity pushed my feet to the ground I hit the pavement briskly. I
quickly realized it would be another hard day. The constant pounding of my feet
emulated the metronome in my mind, trying so hard to keep a steady beat. That is
part of being a champion: doing good, looking good doing it, and feeling good about
doing it; on the surface and beneath. I can usually keep a steady beat between my
footsteps, breathing and heartbeat; but this time I ignored this champedic combo. I
know I know, I shouldn't have, but I did. Again it was still new to my senses that
the daylight lit my path, for the first half of the trek anyway. There wern't as
many other people either. There was a guy who passed me while running. I think he
was trying to intimidate me. Well, it didn't work. He must have been a ninja in
disguise. I had the urge to stop and walk for a minute, but I overcame that. That
urge came from Tuesday night I figure. I hadn't fully recovered from that run.
Part of my self diagnosed remedy was to 'run it off'. Now I'm even questioning
that. I was thinking of switching my experimental Sunday morning run location to
the beach, but I don't think I'll get up that early.

So after that I ended up over at 1609 Veteran. I brought most of my european photo
albums (non-mission) over there to give the guys ideas on what I've been planning
for our September trip to Europa. oh, which reminds me...

'The Office' wasn't even on when I got over there. How annoying. They were just
being boring so I tried to recruit people to go with me to find food. Jeff, in true
plewe/rowley fashion, as I told him about food and he agreed to come with, decided
to start eating everything else in the kitchen. I told him I wasn't just doing a
survey, and actually had intentions of leaving in the next 30 seconds. From there I
proceeded into the first bedroom where Plewe and Hammer reside. It was mostly just
a corgial invite, being that they live there, and I invited everyone else. I was
just saying hi for a second, when jeff sauntered into the room with more slop in his
bowl. I again re-confirmed my intentions of leaving in the next 20 seconds and I
thus described how and where jeff should put the bowl of slop he was stuffing into
his Pie-hole. As I said it I realized I had let the ... yes, old jim slipped out.
so then I took a few deep breaths and we all held hands on the way to the car. Evan
came with us. He had to get away from court case that was happening the next
morning. He needed a little guy talk rational. We could tell he was frustrated
with frustrated people/signifigant others. I thought of proposing before the other
J's that we give him an honorary 'J' name,like we did with Scott(Justin) but didn't
say anything cause even I realized Evan is only a temporary fixture, and he will be
dead to us in a month.

We ended up watching The Three Amigo's at Josh's. It was late, and got even later.
But what a great show. We came up with a few super-fantastic stuff for potential
Gong show material! But you didn't hear that from me, and we're still undecided.

Then I had to make an ultra late trip downtown to the bank. There were lots of kids
still up on campus. Thrusday is still the party night.

Lunch was sponsored by The Brighton Cafe in Beverly Hills.

I'm listening to some old paino concerto in D minor.