20 august 2009 Day five of blog 365
Five days ago while running with my daughters, E and I at bald head island in north carolina, I brilliantly or rather we brilliantly conceived of a completely novel idea of blogging 365 consecutive days of of 365 hours of exercise. Various names for the blog were discussed most of which I have now 5 days later forgotten, but they too were brilliant. In truth, this blog was the partial of outgrowth of the movie Julie-Julia based on the real life experience of a blogging woman in search of meaning in her life and found julia child's cooking and life to inspire her to her own form of brilliance by cooking all of her recipes in 365 days. Any way back to the brilliance of 365. Oh now I remember some of the brilliant names: 365 in 365 or 365 X 365(?). Perhaps I will quiz E and I, on their memories of the original names for the blog. I am concerned with the original names because they may reveal some desperate truth about the true origins of this self indulgent attempt at orderizing life, or my life. In the early hours of todays awakening here at bald head many brilliant things occurred to me while not sleeping next to my my sleeping most wonderful wife, No really, she is wonderful and truly brilliant and the best person ever. Back to my brilliant thoughts of which there were so many, I don’t have time to write them all. One of which is we blog to be to be seen. Hell cakes! that was brilliant! No really is it not amazing that we wish for privacy but not always or private moments punctuated with exposed moments or just -oh come on- a lot men just like to talk about what they do because they want people, mostly women, to listen.
Back to 365: ok- by the end of our first 30 minute run up or down West Bald head Wynn, here on Bald Head island and back down what ever road we live on while at Bald head island, the commitment to 60 minutes of was trimmed to 30 minutes of running or aerobic exercise, or in my case anaerobic exhaustion, and 30 minutes of some other exercise which was not so subtle attempt to include TUNDRA time(time digging a circular drive way in my front yard) in my in my daily rituals all of which in some form or another are designed to simultaneously, make me be seen, bring order, counter entropy, distract, avoid and correct the past. Now back to 365. So as it stands I have completed 4 days of 365, 30 minutes each day of running with E and I, also known as Roy and her sister Jill. Jill is really E. She has been nicked named after that women Jillian on the biggest loser. Yes I have been mesmerized by that show at times-both amazed by these people and concerned they are being used If they regain the wt, well so do the rest us WW types, but it seems that the Biggest Losers are given some promise to keep it off but is the truth not so hidden in the title of show. Back to 365. So that last 4 days have included successfully 30 of sustained exercise accompanied by beaching, pooling, tennis, golf cart riding which is the only way to get around here on BAld head island. I don't play golf but secretly want to. I have attempted to convince my wife that golf is the most social sport on the face of the planet and we should all being playing it daily. She was not so convinced, I not sure if its they way golf courses destroy the environment, use excess water, appeal only to the wealthy or many other ass pecks of the sport(or indulgence) that leave her less convinced by my pathetic plea. I even attempted to compare golf to tennis, given they both appeal to middle class people who have enough time to spend hours hitting little balls back and forth. Boy is it fun hitting those green ball all over the court. Any way back to 3567 I mean 365: I am committing to 365 days of consecutive whining I mean sustained activity, In my case running in circles on the Al Bueler trail in the duke forest, in durham NC, that in fact winds around , guess what , a friggin golf course and passes by the duke faculty club pool and tennis courts. What fun. Back to 365: so my concerns about this Contract with America is, well what comes to mind is what if I get sick, but as I think about it, laziness, lack of will power and difficultly(I edited that from pathetic to difficulty so not to seen falsely self deprecating or even too pathetic by saying I am pathetic.) are much more likely. Really, I am a lazy inconsistent pig. My wife would say, your not a pig honey. No she would be mad about those comments because in fact I am not lazy, but inconsistent. See you tomorrow.