a few weeks ago i found myself in the airport, bouncing from leg to leg in line for security, frantically checking my watch. Finally I make it to the front and take my laptop out, shoes off, belt off, jacket off, pockets empty and then had to put it all back. I took another frantic look at my watch.  Crap. No way. Not gonna make it.  I take my bag swing it firmly over my shoulder, take a deep breath...and I run.

I was the stereotypical movie character late for her flight.  I sped by business people with their rolly bags, whizzed by parents dragging their screaming children.  I ran down the never ending terminal.  Seriously I think I found the longest trek from Security to one's gate.  I was only about half way there when something horrible happened.  I had to walk and catch my breath.  As I wheezed and repositioned my bag I wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry.  I hadn't had to stop and walk for ANYTHING since Junior High, and then it was only cause it wasn't cool to run all 8 laps.  I was walking now and this was about survival...or at least catching my plane to San Francisco.  And so, from my hunched over position, I straightened up and resumed the run.  As I pulled into the gate, my face red and flushed, wheezing like an old woman, I practically collapsed as I was the last to hand over my ticket for the flight.  As I stumbled down the gateway, barely able to catch my breath, only one though dominated my mind. 

Never has the need to be healed and running more apparent.  Next time the flight could be international.

Macs are cool

So, my old PC sadly exploded (ish...i mildly exaggerate) forcing me to invest in a new laptop.  I am now the proud owner of a MAC. I have crossed to the other side. 

I think one of the best things about having a mac is the hip factor. Sure it's a good computer, small size, easy to use, has great programs and all that jazz.  But, really, the best part is that I am now a cool kid. That's right. All the cool kids are using macs. It's like smoking without the whole lung cancer side effect.

For instance. upon announcement of my new purchase, I received a plethora of messages from people congratulating me on entering the realm of macs.  I got more messages than on my birthday.  I also experience great joy when I see mac commercials. Honestly, I used to feel like kinda a loser when i'd see the mac commercials.  The Mac guy is hip and cute, and the PC guy was a dweeb and old.   With one purchase at the apple store, i have shed my dweebiness.  NOW I'm one of the cool kids. I'm a mac guy. I instantly feel more attractive.

So while having a new Mac is great for its functuality, the best part has to be the enhancement of my social status.  I often feel like waving it around sporadically on the streets so people know how cool I am.  In fact, I have decided to stop associating with PC users.  My mac has shown me the light, and i can no longer waste my time with people that look like the old guy on the Mac commercials. 

So buy a mac.  It'll make you cool.

Out running...

I was working through something that was bothering me the other day, running through various scenarios in my head.  As I debated potential solutions, i found myself getting frustrated again.  I saw myself arguing with people in imagined situations.  As no solutions formulated, and tensions increased, i saw myself grab my running shoes, pull my hair back, and head outside.  As I ran through golden gate park there was only one thing on my mind. The sound of my breath, the slight ache of my muscles, and the warm drip of sweat down my temple.  All that mattered was how my body felt.  My mind was clear, I was strong, and i felt so pure.  I stopped running, a cool glean of sweat covering my body, and caught my breath. Previous problems seemed further away, and while no less important, at least somehow manageable.

I opened my eyes and glanced around the living room of my San Francisco apartment.  The runs I've been on lately have been few and far between.  In fact, the last one was over a month ago.  And there are sometimes when I think I am dealing well with not being able to run.  Then there are times when everything seems to go to hell and I have absolutely no outlet.  Nothing else has very had the same effect on me.  Not writing or talking or some sort of meditation.  Right now I'm missing an important part of who I am.  My focus is on getting better, and there's nothing I wouldn't do to get better.  I just miss it so much.

Rainy Ramblings

It's been raining almost consistently for about 10 days now. There are only a few situations in which I like rain, like being in a warm apartment and listening to jazz and the rain on the window, or a run in the rain on a warm day. Other than that, i find it to be bothersome. A beautiful sunny day can make otherwise unextraordinary events seem wonderful. A dark rainy day makes everything a little more dreary.

So I'm blogging again. I've decided that I miss rambling on the internet. I actually enjoy writing about the little trivial happenings in my day more than the long action packed entries from my travels. That unfortunately could at times feel like a chore. This will be a little more on my own terms.

That is all I have to say at this point. See you around.