Monthly Archive: September 2010

Lower frequencies

Everyone goes through ups and downs. I guess one of the keys to dealing with the low points is handling them on your own time and not out in public or in a professional setting. Perhaps unfortunately for me, I’m more of the emotional type. Whenever there’s something strong brewing inside me, I have to deal with it no matter where I am. I seem to have a lot of trouble bottling things up for a more opportune time. As such I can’t help but feel like some days I’m sort of perceived as someone emotionally fragile, or unstable.

Bad.

I had one of those days today at work. I don’t know what the triggers were, but over lunch I had to take a long walk to clear the mind. As I wandered the city I started to dwell on the idea of “failure” and how it applies to me. Overall, I was just in a horrible state, and I seemed to just deteriorate as the day continued. At the moment I feel like the mini-crisis has passed, but I’m spending time just trying to figure out why this has been an issue in the first place. It’s tough. I mean, there’s a lot of good in my life. If I focus on all that, there really shouldn’t be any reason for me to sink to the dark areas. However, something just causes me to absorb these lower frequencies and it’s making me nutty. I’ve been told that I need to tap into the higher frequencies that surround me. Easier to say than to do, right?

Tomorrow is another day. I’ll go to work with my head held high. I won’t let one day define who I am and what I stand for. Enough of this shit.

Sunday’s probabilities

As Sunday approaches I’ve been keeping a close eye on the weather forecasts. Ideally, I would love it if the whole race took place with temperatures at around 10°C, or even less. Overcast skies would be wonderful. My experience tells me that it’s not bloody likely: the past two times I’ve done this event have been warm and humid. As such, all I can do is hope and pray that things will be in my favour. I really want this race to go well.

The thing about forecasts, though, is that they’re never perfectly accurate. By nature, it’s just not possible. Instead, weather forecasts always deal with probabilities. The powers that be have heavy duty computers that do a lot of number crunching based on trends and empirical evidence to predict what’s likely to happen. In terms of short term forecasts, the scientific models are good enough to have a good grasp of likely temperature trends. Precipitation is a tricky matter. I mean, that’s why they always talk in terms of POP (probability of precipitation), right? If they could say with certainty whether it’s going to rain or not on a particular day, the forecasts would always give a POP of 0 or 100%. That’s often not the case, is it?

Anyway, for Sunday’s weather, the date is still outside of the short term, so I’m taking the forecast with a grain of salt so far. Still, as the date approaches I’m getting more and more anxious. We all could use a good forecast. No matter what though, I predict that the probability of awesomeness will indeed be 100%.

White Knuckles


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nHlJODYBLKs

OK Go is always good at creating memorable videos, but this one? Holy crap. Brilliant.

One week to glory

This is an interesting point in my running journey. I’m only one week away from the really big event. That means that I’m in my taper period, meaning that I’m cutting down my mileage to make sure that I’m well rested come next Sunday. That doesn’t mean that I’ve been totally inactive. I mean, this morning I did a 16 kilometre run at race pace. I actually did rather well. I’ve been feeling good for the past few weeks. I mean, I could have probably raced today. Heck, I could have raced after the 30K race from a few weeks ago. I’m at a point where I just want to get it over with! Today I had a lot of people wishing me well for the race. It’s time.

This training process has gone on for a very long time. I’m excited, and anxious. Physically, I suppose I can’t say that it will be a breeze to do. I mean, no matter how you describe it, it’s a long distance that’s going to be hard on the body. Mentally though, I feel like I’m ready to face the challenge. Right now I just need to make sure that I don’t end up injuring or screwing my body up over the next week. I know very well that the unexpected can happen right before the race.

Seven days: one week to glory.

Annoy

Am I really such an angry man?

Do I really have that much frustration to vent?

Is there a reason that even small things have the power to cause me aggravation?

Is my life such that I actually have room for that kind of minor rage?

Am I ironically at peace with being exasperated?

Do I always have to be so acerbic?

Are people more apt to keep distance due to general bitchiness?

Is abrasiveness a defence mechanism?

Why am I so annoyed?

Part of the wreck

Aaaaaaargh!

What the hell am I going to do? People say that event X is great and amazing and probably the next logical step, and yet when I go to observe all I see is a train wreck. It’s a train wreck that people enjoyed though. I wonder if it’s the same every week? I signed up to be part next week, but man…I wonder how I’m going to do.

Eugh. This is making me feel gross.

Agreement and acceptance

There are some nights when I allow myself to head up on stage without a full idea of what I’m going to say or do. However, I instinctively know that whatever decision/agreement I make with the people already on will still help to drive things. And I know that those people will take my decisions in agreement and make that part of the reality of the scene.

On nights like that, everything is just magical. And that’s why I love what I do.

First impression, first judgment

I was just thinking…

You only get one chance to make a first impression. Having a little bit of self-awareness is probably a good thing in this case since it means that you’ll put your best self forward.

Conversely, you only get one chance to make an initial judgment on someone that you first meet. Whatever decisions you make about that person will probably colour all interaction with him or her from that point forward. So…why the heck do some people that you have to deal with on a weekly basis act like utter douches right away?

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