hai, dekiru
A lot has changed since the day last year in which my neighbors excitedly charged into my room, demanding that I watch will.i.am's "yes we can video," and I am heartened for said changes. I think that our lives can often be defined by the times that we look back on what we have done, and the times that we look ahead to what we will do. Willpower is more than just a hope; more than just a future hedge against the ever-fluid present.
Today I watched a broken down old man get arrested after he harassed me and several employees in the Dunkin Donuts in Suffern. He threatened to kill the man behind the counter. At some point in his life he wasn't an angry old drunk trying to bum a pack of cigarettes. When the only good thing that I can take out of such encounters is the re-introduction of the dunkaccino, I admit that my hope falters at times.
I've taken up boxing because I think it can do a person good. Though my hands bled when I began my regimen (an affliction that I observed with some amusement; like the reverse of what I went through with rock climbing years ago now), those weeks are past me now and I think that coming home to the punching bag is something that I will look forward to. I've also unearthed a rather ancient stationery bike that was an unused implement in our houses for as long as I have been alive. The bag and the bike together constitute a very different set of activities from my physical norm, but if I manage to concoct some kind of bootleg free-weight system, I will have brought all that is good about gyms into my own home.
Now all I need to do is start going to bed earlier.
Today I watched a broken down old man get arrested after he harassed me and several employees in the Dunkin Donuts in Suffern. He threatened to kill the man behind the counter. At some point in his life he wasn't an angry old drunk trying to bum a pack of cigarettes. When the only good thing that I can take out of such encounters is the re-introduction of the dunkaccino, I admit that my hope falters at times.
I've taken up boxing because I think it can do a person good. Though my hands bled when I began my regimen (an affliction that I observed with some amusement; like the reverse of what I went through with rock climbing years ago now), those weeks are past me now and I think that coming home to the punching bag is something that I will look forward to. I've also unearthed a rather ancient stationery bike that was an unused implement in our houses for as long as I have been alive. The bag and the bike together constitute a very different set of activities from my physical norm, but if I manage to concoct some kind of bootleg free-weight system, I will have brought all that is good about gyms into my own home.
Now all I need to do is start going to bed earlier.