So it's August 13. Forget that it's a Friday... I'm much too generally unlucky to get too tied in with superstition. I'm not thrilled, however, that it's August 13. I did not get this memo. I certainly did not approve it. I was driving home from the gym at 9:00 p.m. and it was dark outside. The humidity we've been suffering all summer is starting to wane. Two weeks ago I needed a sweater after watching the Jays game. There's nothing quite like August to remind us that summer only lasts so long. Things are going to change when I'm in charge.
And I will be in charge one day. Watch me.
Eight months into the year I can declare that this has been the longest year of the last 27. Or perhaps it isn't and I've managed to suppress a few memories. I'll take it either way. Let's take a toll: wedding, new apartment, new job, no holiday (oy!), alleged illness (that was a lot of fun - let's never do that again), and more foot/ankle/knee/leg injuries than I care to even try to recall. Before any of this happened I had been training hard to try a triathlon this past spring, an endeavor that was sidelined by almost all of the above right around February. Yeah, life beats me up sometimes. But I was encountered by a sudden intimation sometime this afternoon that the time has probably come to pick up the pieces and move forward. So I hit the pool this evening and made probably the greatest half-mile sprint of my life. And tomorrow I'll beat a punching bag to a pulp, and on Sunday I might take my bike out into the woods. Life beats us all up sometimes. I'm climbing back into the saddle. Can anybody really afford not to?
Things are going to change when I'm in charge. In the meantime, with luck, the rest of August will drag on and on and on...
