This is Pink (not really)
Hey there kids.
This is a substitute for the blog while it is updating/backing up. It was, now it's here, but propagating. It will be soon. We have parallels.
To write two posts, I must start with one.
I've been a bit in this funk that I am warping my brain in a certain direction, and am losing the wherewith, and also the what, to write.
And then I come home, and I play a game with mom, and then it's late, and I row, because I'm the captain of my team, and we're in the lead for the Virtual Team Challenge, and people are letting me know that I am inspiring them, and I can barely inspire myself.
And then I sit down and say, "Okay, I'll do five k because I have to show up." But then I'm at the monitor, and I'm like "If I'm here already, I might as well do ten," and I do.
Except for yesterday. I did like two kilometers to warm up, and then I did this high intensity interval work out, and then I wanted to do a little more, and I was just wiped, which was ridiculous, because I must be losing weight, because I had a personal best the night before, but that could also just be a day of cleaner eating. And now I've dragged it out past midnight and have to go back to Stamford because I have to drop off a closing package. I think I might blow the office off tomorrow.
I got your website over. Your mother's still needs fixing, and I'm about to set you up with a new email address. I'll forward the old one to it.