Shot calves...not those calves.

My legs are shot. Spec. the calves. To begin, I ran a 21:13 run during lunch yesterday and a 21-flat 5K this morning pre-ride. I was able to hit the gym in the morn, worked bis and pecs first, then ran, then finished the upper body stuff. I noticed a major difference b/w running my outdoor route and running on the treadmill with the Vibram shoes. Obv the outdoor is tougher on the legs unless I run part of it on the dirt and grass (there's very little opportunity to do that). But when I run outdoors, if I feel sore anywhere it's in my thighs, whereas this morning I felt it in my calves. By the time I arrived at the train I knew they were shot. That's more than 6 miles in less than 24 hrs so I suppose it makes sense. My strength for the weight training was mildly sapped b/c I didn't sleep well last nite and probably got a combined total of 4-5 hrs. It was a blessing in disguise, as it turns out, because "Look Around You" is airing on DVR Theatre on Adult Swim this week. Had I known that earlier, I would've nudged my parents to record it. Still, I couldn't complete the sets of 185lbs and I was mildly disappointed but couldn't dwell b/c time is a factor in the mornings.

Had my PB Cup RTD and half a banana on the train (so at least I'm re-fueled) and dove in to the first 2 chapters of Hemingway's Moveable Feast. It's a little over 200 pgs and I've got a long subway ride to Coney Island tomorrow, on top of two more LIRR trips, plus a road trip on Sat so I'll knock it out soon. It's about his experiences with other expatriates in France in the 1920s so if someone were to watch that new Woody Allen movie they'd like this book. I'd even lend it to them once I finished it.

I have abandoned hope on the vocational front. It's just a harsh reality at this point. I truly expect nothing now, as it's not all that dissimilar from when PH pulled this crap last May-????. Someone at work is supposedly going to help me get noticed elsewhere and she's really cool but I will not hold her to it. My expectations need to remain low in this arena.

I'd like to hit the gym if for only 20 minutes just to knock the hell out of myself completely but I don't know how feasible that will be.

It's all just blurring together out here. It's beautiful and perfect out here. Mild breeze, not as humid. Truly a perfect summer day. Can't wait to have a whole week-plus of them to myself.

Thank you for reading.

Playlist:
AC/DC - "House is on Fire" (live)
RHCP - "Funky Crime" "Storm in a Teacup"
Monster Magnet - "The Right Stuff" "I Control, I Fly"