Never thought I'd be the guy whining, moaning and retching on and on about not having the motivation to get to the gym. But, clearly, I am that guy. What in the world is it that provides some people with the built-in, intrinsic, motivation to get there every single day of their GD lives? While others will never see the inside of one. And others relegate themselves to a life of mediocrity somewhere in the middle. I enjoy it. I hate going. I love it. I don't want to go. God, I'm a wishy-washy freak. One thing is that my work life is nothing but structured, most of it down to the precise minute, while at work. Always on time, wearing a watch, cannot be late, etc. And that makes me far more protective of my down time and days off. I refuse to have them structured or so chucker block full of activities that I can't even enjoy my free time. I refuse. Who knows about the internal, hard-wired motivation, or lack thereof?
It reached 72 degrees in our car this afternoon. That's the highest for this year so far. A perfectly amazing first day of Spring! And, here in Portland at least, people sort of go nuts on days like this. I mean, the flip flops and shorts are out, shirts are off, ice cream joints have lines out the door, and even the drivers seem to be focusing on everything except their driving.
I will be in Albany, New York, from April 5-12. I've got some plans for visiting with several friends there. If you're in the area, my buddies Don and George have graciously agreed to host a big old get-together beginning at 3pm on Saturday, April 10, at their home in Westerlo, NY. You are invited.....Be there or be square!
My mind has been a little bugged lately about the weirdness of the relationship with a couple of friends. We work together. We used to be friends on Facebook. In his words, we're now simply "Casual Acquaintances. But it just hasn't been the same. Nothing really happened......no particular fight or event or disagreement. I see the guy at work and always say hi. But the other day, I stuck my hand out to shake his and say hi and he walked right on by. Cold. Chilly. Brr. I hate those sorts of things. On the other hand, I really must say that I am not indebted to any relationship that requires me to be a certain way, or say certain things, or be in certain activities, or or or or....... I am simply much more casual than that and life is far too short to walk on eggshells. I just have no idea what happened. And that sucks.