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Max had to be a grownup and go to work today, so he dropped me off at the SLC airport about five hours before my flight. No biggie, I enjoy airports, because I like watching the planes and scoping out the shops and whatnot. I walked around the entire Terminal 2 before I let myself sit down -- I figured with this much time to kill, I had no excuse not to do some light exercise, and it took me 35 minutes to circle the whole terminal, so now I'm enjoying the free wi-fi while I wait for an appropriate hour to eat lunch.
I'm not feeling any ill effects from yesterday's run, so that's good. Slight muscle soreness, but nothing major. One week down...it'll be a few weeks yet before I'm running longer distances than I ever have before -- that's when I'm sure things get really fun. But I'm doing this. Grr! (That's the sound of me being tough.)
I'm glad I am done traveling for a while now. I've been dissatisfied with my body and the food choices I've been making lately, and it's much easier to regulate those choices in my home environment. That will also help with my training, I'm sure. My next trip isn't until St. Louis in March, so hopefully the time at home will be productive. McKenzie is also home for a long stretch now, so we can possibly finish setting up the guest room...which will be occupied in two weeks when Chris comes down from Seattle to play the Portland sectional with me. I guess we need to buy a bed.
Max is fun. I really hope he moves to Portland. He made the mistake of telling me that this is actually a possibility. He applied for a job in Hillsboro, and he says he may not actually take it even if he gets it, so I get that a relocation is still a long shot, but god dammit! Don't dangle that carrot unless you're serious! So from now until Max hears one way or the other about this job, I'm likely to badger the fuck out of him about moving to Portland. (I keep typing "here," but I'm still in the airport in Salt Lake, which is where Max lives already. Heh.) I just have to find the right balance between enthusiastically encouraging him to move and driving him fucking insane about it. But he's stuck by me through some of my roughest bouts of insanity, so I think he can handle some pretty hardcore badgering -- which is good, because I can hardly contain myself.
I added two bridge players to my shit list yesterday, but luckily they only show up in Salt Lake City area tournaments, so I don't have to deal with them much. Both are top-level (for SLC) players who should know better than to behave the way they did...so I'm just steamed about that, but know it would be better for me to just forget about it. Bleh. Trying.
I think I'll go get a massage from the airport spa. My lower back has been bothering me and that'll be a nice way to kill some time.
I'm not feeling any ill effects from yesterday's run, so that's good. Slight muscle soreness, but nothing major. One week down...it'll be a few weeks yet before I'm running longer distances than I ever have before -- that's when I'm sure things get really fun. But I'm doing this. Grr! (That's the sound of me being tough.)
I'm glad I am done traveling for a while now. I've been dissatisfied with my body and the food choices I've been making lately, and it's much easier to regulate those choices in my home environment. That will also help with my training, I'm sure. My next trip isn't until St. Louis in March, so hopefully the time at home will be productive. McKenzie is also home for a long stretch now, so we can possibly finish setting up the guest room...which will be occupied in two weeks when Chris comes down from Seattle to play the Portland sectional with me. I guess we need to buy a bed.
Max is fun. I really hope he moves to Portland. He made the mistake of telling me that this is actually a possibility. He applied for a job in Hillsboro, and he says he may not actually take it even if he gets it, so I get that a relocation is still a long shot, but god dammit! Don't dangle that carrot unless you're serious! So from now until Max hears one way or the other about this job, I'm likely to badger the fuck out of him about moving to Portland. (I keep typing "here," but I'm still in the airport in Salt Lake, which is where Max lives already. Heh.) I just have to find the right balance between enthusiastically encouraging him to move and driving him fucking insane about it. But he's stuck by me through some of my roughest bouts of insanity, so I think he can handle some pretty hardcore badgering -- which is good, because I can hardly contain myself.
I added two bridge players to my shit list yesterday, but luckily they only show up in Salt Lake City area tournaments, so I don't have to deal with them much. Both are top-level (for SLC) players who should know better than to behave the way they did...so I'm just steamed about that, but know it would be better for me to just forget about it. Bleh. Trying.
I think I'll go get a massage from the airport spa. My lower back has been bothering me and that'll be a nice way to kill some time.