Wake up to find an email from Lauren, saying she's a mess re both her life and with us. This doesn't look good at all - I can't see how this would be good at all for me. I tried to call her, but got nothing.
Eat breakfast, eventually start doing some work. Ben and mom went down to Eugene, But since I was going to be in California for the rest of the week, I figured I should get something done at least. So promptly started grabbing music for the next playlist. Eventually I got something done: John had emailed me the 24th saying the data look good, and that I could set up data sheets.
Did that, then met Ben at Dixon. Started with lifting: 3x10 single leg dead lifts, 3x5 single leg squats, 3x5 RDLs. Did well, pretty happy with both it and what I'll get from doing them. Single leg squats are sweet - I think I'll top out at 3x10 each leg. Hip felt unchanged, which is a good sign I think. Played basketball after, but was freaking gassed so running was difficult. It was going fine (I stopped playing offense, Ben was taking care of it - he's good), until I jammed my fingers three times in 5 min - two of which on the same injured thumb. So dumb. I tried to play on it, but I was so disappointed that I hurt my thumb again that I started to give up. A missed wide open layup sent my motivation to zero, so I subbed out. Ran home to grab some clothes, then came home for dinner.
Something I noticed at the gym which carried through the rest of the night: I felt incredible this day. I don't know what it was (maybe from the workout?), but I was feeling as high as I was low last week. If how I was feeling were a drug, I'd become addicted. I loved it. I need to do a lot more of whatever got me here.
Lauren called later, and we talked for a little while about us. She was freaking out about her family, so I helped her with that quite well, and she was appreciative.
She wrote me a text saying thanks, and I responded '... Stay positive, especially when its difficult....'. I didn't like that, and still don't. Some how positivity has a negative connotation with me - its like i associate it with ignoring large problems. I thought about it later that night. What I was trying to say was that I don't want her to dwell on the negative, something that we both often do. But ignoring the problem doesn't solve it. Solving the problem solves it. How do you solve new problems? You get creative. Creativity acknowledges the depth of the problem (so no cheerful optimism), but also focuses on how to solve the problem. Creativity also focuses on intelligence, a place I'd like to stay (as opposed to a Pollyanna-ish departure)I think this is going to be the new mantra going forward: When things are hard, get creative.
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
Sunday, Dec 25th 2011
Wake up after Ben Heidi and mom went out on a run. Ate breakfast, and then dad started to offer waffles he made for me. When I refused, he acted hurt, extremely frustrating after yesterday when he wasn't interested in what I made. Once I saw his being hurt I accepted, which made for a big breakfast.
Christmas! People liked my gifts, even though I didn't have physical gifts for Dylan Susan and Heidi. I had the notion of making cards explaining their gifts the night before, but I was tired so I didn't. This was a mistake, make a fucking card next year. My dad didn't like the Ipad nearly as much as I would have liked (though it probably wasn't a surprise that he was getting it - I freaking left it in the car that he was poking around in). I think he looks at it as a giant Iphone. Hopefully he'll take to it soon. I got some good stuff: Giant remote controlled clownfish, games, basketball tickets. Very few things that I won't use.
The rest of the day was filled with basketball watching, baby holding, games playing, and again more NBA. Overall very good Christmas.
Christmas! People liked my gifts, even though I didn't have physical gifts for Dylan Susan and Heidi. I had the notion of making cards explaining their gifts the night before, but I was tired so I didn't. This was a mistake, make a fucking card next year. My dad didn't like the Ipad nearly as much as I would have liked (though it probably wasn't a surprise that he was getting it - I freaking left it in the car that he was poking around in). I think he looks at it as a giant Iphone. Hopefully he'll take to it soon. I got some good stuff: Giant remote controlled clownfish, games, basketball tickets. Very few things that I won't use.
The rest of the day was filled with basketball watching, baby holding, games playing, and again more NBA. Overall very good Christmas.
Saturday, Dec 24, 2011
Wake up early, start making breakfast for everyone. Potatoes and eggs, the potatoes I f'd up by cooking too long. Everything else was right. Dad watched but didn't partake, mom stayed away, and Ben and Heidi woke up way too late, so the food was cold by the time they got to it. Sorta frustrating. I tried to leave it out because I didn't want to shove it in their face.
Headed down to Eugene to help Dylan move. Ben tried to get everyone together to make a plan, but that plan was quickly ignored by all. There was mass confusion as to how to load stuff into the giant truck. I jumped in and said I'd handle it, and that everyone just bring shit to me and I'll organize it. This is clearly not my strength when dealing with moving: I can lift heavy things, but I never organize anything. But everyone was super appreciative of me doing it (despite the final product, which was shaky at best). Looking back this should have been my wheelhouse (helping with moving), so its pretty appropriate that everyone was happy with me. It was just surprising how it happened.
Drove back to Corvallis, where Dylan came down and we had crab for dinner. After I learned how to play Carcassonne, which I initially did not like at all, but I quickly took to. I played about 10 games that night, and went to bed late.
Headed down to Eugene to help Dylan move. Ben tried to get everyone together to make a plan, but that plan was quickly ignored by all. There was mass confusion as to how to load stuff into the giant truck. I jumped in and said I'd handle it, and that everyone just bring shit to me and I'll organize it. This is clearly not my strength when dealing with moving: I can lift heavy things, but I never organize anything. But everyone was super appreciative of me doing it (despite the final product, which was shaky at best). Looking back this should have been my wheelhouse (helping with moving), so its pretty appropriate that everyone was happy with me. It was just surprising how it happened.
Drove back to Corvallis, where Dylan came down and we had crab for dinner. After I learned how to play Carcassonne, which I initially did not like at all, but I quickly took to. I played about 10 games that night, and went to bed late.
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