I do, though, feel a bit guilt-ridden about my sloth-like state these days. In my original vision of January, this would be the month that I would return, reenergized and excited about 2013 and all of its potential and would re-enter the world of active people. Despite the chipper nature of my last post (yay, I can run!), I need to be honest about running and the fact that I still need to take it slow and not accrue lots of miles. Averaging less than 10 miles per week has humbled me, but I'll get over it - as long as I can eventually work back to at least crossing the double-digit threshold. I plan to return to ART (active release therapy) and see if that will bring on faster improvements. Still, running is running, and I am happy about the small progress that I have made. But, I have yet to embrace a commitment to any training, despite finally signing up for the Wildflower Oly course the day before prices dramatically increased. I was sure that would kick me into gear, yet this has yet to happen, interestingly enough.
Because I'm at the end of the semester (our break falls after Christmas, not before), my workload is lighter than it will probably be again until the end of May. So, I am taking full advantage of the opportunity to be lazy. To begin, I read the book "Gone Girl" within 24 hours or so and even jettisoned all workout plans in order to finish it. Seriously. The ended proved somewhat disappointing to me, but for sheer entertainment, the book delivers.
This weekend has also presented me with ample opportunity to play and take advantage of good weather and little work. Accordingly, we have indulged in an unusually 'fun' weekend. We went to LACMA on Friday night, meeting a colleague from work and staying out until 10 pm - crazy night out! I commented to Michael that we had turned into the LA-equivalent of the New York "bridge-and-tunnel-crowd", you know, going out to the big city is a 'big deal'. It was totally worth it, especially seeing people goofing around the lamp posts:
(Not sure if the photo comes out, but there is a guy wearing a zebra mask - he periodically put it on, pranced around, and then took it off).
I'm not a huge Stanley Kubrick fan, but I did enjoy the exhibit on his work - both film and photography. It was also interesting to see some of the letters and telegrams between him and other people (like Nabokov!). If I had a higher tolerance for blood and also suspense (I like suspense, but the bloody-suspense movies are too much for me), I'd definitely spend some time watching "The Shining" and also "A Clockwork Orange". However, I fear that I'd spend most of the movies with my hands covering my eyes. The other exhibit that we wandered into was a small room featuring some of Mapplethorpe's more controversial pieces (they were at the center of the 1980's "Culture Wars"). I wouldn't censor them, but I admit that much of the penis shots did provoke an embarrassed exchange between me and Michael. Yes, I have the maturity of a kid at times. I hoped that reading Patti Smith's "Just Kids" would allow me to appreciate these photographs more, but that didn't happen, perhaps because they were so focused on some of the more controversial pieces and the homoerotic nature of the pieces? Or, again, it could be because of my lack of maturity.
And today? It looks to be more laziness, this time in the form of football. Despite the heartbreak that we experienced last weekend when the Broncos (or donkeys) lost to the Ravens - and they lost, the Ravens didn't win - and the emotional hangover that followed, it is January and it is the final weekend before the Super Bowl so we'll try to enjoy it. The Denver loss does present problems - I can't stand the Patriots (ugh, Brady and Belichick), but Flacco isn't much better. Michael said that he hoped the score was 0-0. Wishful thinking!