Going down the only road I've ever known...

Since last we spake...

The following things have happened:

1. I have a new job. I write words for company.com, and I'm quite happy to do that.
2. Jen and I broke up. More precisely, I broke us up. It's a long story.
3. I briefly dated a sweet and lovely girl named Amy. Then we broke up. More precisely...
4. I now live in a studio apartment in the ghetto with my two cats, Doom and Percy.

So why do I come back to this now?

Well, it just feels like time.

I play football, in an Over 30s league. Our team is St. Bernardus. We're not bad, we play seasons that last about nine weeks, and we're in our third season of existence, already promoted from D5 to D4.

Additionally, I play with the same bunch of guys on Saturday mornings, so I'm getting a couple of workouts in, though not really losing any weight anymore.

So why am I doing this again?

I have several goals, none of which I feel like sharing now, but they involve exercise, and I think that this is a good way to keep me honest. Not all of the exercise is going to be physical.Again, a good way to keep me honest.

I decided that by the end of the year the following things would be true, so these are some goals I will share:

1. I will be able to speak Spanish in a restaurant without feeling awkward. Until last week, the only Spanish I knew was "Una mas tequila, por favor. Gracias."
2. With my band, I will be comfortable looking for concerts where people watch us perform.
3. I will be published independent of the website I work for.
4. *** CLASSIFIED ***

But, it's safe to say that physical exertion is one of the things in the classified goals. TO that end, I have begun to run on nights I don't play football -- looking for three 5k runs a week, plus football. On Sunday I completed my first in two years, it took 36 minutes. Tonight took 33. Hopeful of getting under 30 by the time July rolls around.

My legs say that 5k is not enough distance to give me shin splints, but enough to make me wonder if I might need some special moisture absorbing underwear. No, it's true, you can't unring that bell.

Finally, I have apparently broken my bathroom scale, so I have no idea how much I weigh. I may buy new batteries, I may not. I may use the old-fashioned slider-style weighing contraption at the gym at work. There will be updates this time, for sure.