Things Are Working Out

I have no scale, and I have not been watching the food intake too critically. But I have worked out four straight days and have sights on continuing just about every day in the near future.

We're talking about a running-driven mini boot camp, but not nearly that serious. The goal is to get back into shape, shed some poundage, and be able to run some 5K races. I ran a couple last year and enjoyed it. The Draft Day 5K at Giants Stadium is a definite on my schedule, and I would recommend it.

Fat Riz is still around, but I have taken the initial step toward putting him into hibernation. Results are not yet visible in these few days, but pilates felt different today. I think I'm starting to get it. The running comes and goes. Sometimes it's hard to get through the miles on the treadmill.

The big move was getting back into the top-level spinning routine. Spinning can really drive you into shape, if it is done right. For all the workouts I do -- kickboxing, running -- I never get the body working as much as I do when I spin. I am on that bike and turning over the pedals and the sweat just pours down.

The reward for a good workout on a Wednesday night first was Survivor, and now King of Queens, with Yes, Dear to follow. It's hard to pay attention and appreciate the full comedic genius when you're blogging while it's on.

Commercial. Doug just won the chicken wing eating contest. He received a replica of the championship belt and told us the real belt resides in Cleveland. Simply, I am riveted.

Doug also made a Kirby Puckett reference. That drew from me a guffaw. When watching my favorite comedies, I tend to guffaw more than the average person. I'm not sure why, but I think sometimes I do it just to get my wife's attention. Actually, I think most of the things I do all day are designed to get her attention.

She looks like she is falling asleep on the couch next to me right now. I think I am going to just say fuck in a normal voice and see if it makes her open her eyes.

I said it twice, and it worked neither time. She is beginning to the sleep breathing, so I guess I am too late to the party.

On Yes, Dear, I like the Jean Louisa Kelly chick (the one with the curly hair who plays Kim). I think it's funny that I never knew her name but always thought she reminded me of Julia Louis-Dreyfus. Those names are similar.

Weird.

Syria fouled Julius. Loyal seal junkie.

More weird. Those are anagrams for Julia Louis-Dreyfus and Jean Louisa Kelly.

"Oh, there they are."

"What's that, Joe?"

"The straws for which I have been grasping over the last few paragraphs."

Yeah, this entry sucks. I was dying to post late last night, but the blogspot was down or something and I could not get on. I was going to do a stream of consciousness thing, and I thought I could do it tonight, but it just is not there. Maybe if I kept banging away at the keys, something would come.

However, I have to be up and out very early tomorrow, so bedtime is coming soon. Before hitting the sack, I have to take out the damn garbage. I swear, that is like the one chore that never seems to be anything less than sucky. It's probably the easiest and most mindless thing that is continuously repeated, but it seems a lot harder than it is.

Time for NCAA predictions: I am going out on a limb and picking North Carolina, although it is completely without conviction. I put two sheets into the pool at my old office, and have North Carolina winning on both. My respective Final Fours are North Carolina, Duke, Oklahoma State and Wake Forest (I have Oklahoma State in the finals); and North Carolina, Oklahoma, Illinois and Gonzaga, with North Carolina beating Illinois.

During his postgame press conference tonight, Nets coach Lawrence Frank did not break stride in his remarks when he said "Bless you" to one of the writers that sneezed. Nice. Next week, it could be me sneezing in front of him as my next run of freelance assignments is coming up.

Ah, I have denigrated into sports, and my wife (still asleep) keeps scratching her nose. I am going to wake her up now and bring her upstairs into bed.

I'mOut.