RUN: Home <--> Carrabba's (5.5 miles @43:26)

Me with Music (after the run):
Headed out @~8:20pm, Wearing black Nike shorts, reg short white socks, and blue-white heavy running shoes.

It was one of those runs to get the stress and (frankly) ridiculousness out. I was considering heading to Orlando tonight after work to check out the Orlando Gay Chorus practice. I am considering joining the group next year when they have their next try-outs. But honestly, the visit wouldn't be wholely for honorable intentions. It's silly. It's ridiculous. And perhaps scandalous...

But sanity reigned, and I stayed in Melbourne.

It's complicated and semi-private, and my mere mentioning it here is my the start of my raising of the white flag.

Conflicted. But feeling like I made a choice.

(I could (but shouldn't) go on, but that's getting some of that out of my system.)

Anyways, the run was pretty good. I started a little too fast, but slowed it down just a tad, and ended up with a :30 negative split (halfway at 22:00 even). I brought music because I really needed that distraction. I felt like I had good form throughout, so there's that improvement. I was starting to get a little weak towards the last mile... walked a few steps but thought about yesterday and got back to pace (averaged 7:53, not bad for a practice after a 6-mile-including-speed practice).

Today at work, my progress as far as submitting code changes was on hold because a reviewer was OOP having eye surgery... it's become tomorrow's work. I did take a couple hours in the afternoon to go to a physical therapist for my back, and the hour-long treatment included an examination of my spine's flexibility, a bit of a massage, and an ice pack. It was my first time, so I'm counting today's appt as sick leave, but I'll be going back three times a week for about a month, and I will make up that time (gonna suck, but oh, well). And now I have to ice my back and do some exercises -- in addition to the drops, spray, and pills for my eye -- in addition to other meds. So, as far as work and my level of indentured servitude to it goes, meds are my virtual kids, and I should probably give them names.

The day's been filled with lots of eating... fast-food eating, but eating nonetheless. Then I burned it off tonight... I was on the edge of aerobic/anaerobic respiration. And in related news, I weigh 153 pounds -- talking about fat-ass... and I couldn't get past 145 when I was playing rugby in college. I hope it's all muscle. Anyways, here are those sweaty pictures of me from tonight (with some creative touches by me and thanks to Picasa):