Quatro

1. Instead of swimming yesterday, I ended up taking a spinning class. When I walked into the gym, it was 5:23, and spinning began at 5:30, so I decided that it was fate that I do it. I've only done spinning once before, about six years ago. I remember I couldn't walk very well for a couple of days afterwards. I'm in much better shape now, and the results showed it - I can walk just fine today. But it was still a good workout. I liked the feeling of being in a group while working out, and the group was a nice mix of three other guys and six women. And the instructor looked like Julie Delpy and had her same accent, and was pretty funny. She ordered us to close our eyes much of time, imagining we were riding up a mountain and occasionally throwing in props like a big dog chasing us and stuff like that. It was a good way to get in my cardio for the day. I'm sure I burned more calories than if I was just doing something on my own, and today my legs definitely feel like they've had a workout. My ankle still is sore for some stupid reason, even though I haven't run in about ten days, so I'm going to have to stick with alternative cardio for a while if I'm going to remain in any sort of marathon shape.

2. I had a letter to the editor printed in today's State News. It's all about my former colleague and old friend Adrian Butler who was just killed in Iraq, and I cut and pasted nearly the whole thing from this blog.

3. Welcome back, Rafael Palmeiro, you liar and cheater.


4. If you were a teenage guy in the early to mid nineties and you listened to "alternative" rock music, then you probably had a crush on Juliana Hatfield. Tomorrow, I'm hoping to go see her play at The Mojo Room, which is very close to my house. If I go, I hope she plays "My Sister," "Sellout," and "Universal Heartbeat." I'm on call at work, though, so we'll see if they need me.