List update 070107

Items worked on today: 15, 20.

Today's racquetball went a bit better. 15-6, 15-4, 15-14, 15-8. I'm still not swinging enough from my elbow and wrist, and I'm having a hard time letting the ball get past me, but I have at least pretty much stopped trying to clear an imaginary net. I'm getting a bit better about not trying lob shots, but I still do every once in a while. I think once I can beat someone who knows how to play, I'll consider myself to have learned how to play racquetball.

And, today in amusement, I saw a commercial for a home pregnancy test stating that it is "easily the most advanced piece of technology you'll ever pee on." That did, admittedly, make me laugh aloud, but as I'm very unlikely to ever take a home pregnancy test, I figure it's more likely that the most advanced piece of technology I'll ever pee on will be an advanced toilet. Particularly if I ever visit Japan.

List update 070105

Items worked on today: 9, 12b, 12c.

So it turns out that I was wrong on one of the sub categories of item 12; it's a 2 mile run in 16 minutes, not a 1.5 mile run in 10:30, so my trying to extablish a baseline today on that one failed. Now I know, and knowing is half the battle. The much easier half, of course, as I'm not good at long-distance running despite having the build of a distance runner. But I can scratch off the other sections of it, as I did those today--admittedly, I just barely managed the pushups. Actually, I wasn't expecting to be up to standard on the pushups yet, so that was a pleasant surprise.

As I have nothing else interesting to say today, I think I'm just leaving it at that.

The state of future pain

Items worked on today: #20, #9, #19 (Through Hanlon exercise 2)

Today saw attempt number 1 at playing racquetball. As is no surprise, being a decent tennis player was a mixed blessing. On the one hand, I do largely know how to swing a racquet. On the other, I tended to swing far too much from the shoulder and hip, and not enough from the the wrist, so when the ball bounced off the back wall, I had a really hard time getting the ball up to the front wall. I'm too used to being able to hit a lob shot, which doesn't work very well when there's a ceiling. I also tended to hit the ball higher on the front wall than was at all necessary, as I seem to be mentally adjusting for a net which isn't there. Still, 15-5, 15-5, 15-8 isn't bad for my first time playing. Next time, I'll make an effort to grab the correct bag out of my car, and thus have shorts to play in. My jeans were loose enough, but boy did it get hot in that court.

As for the title of the post, I'm fairly sure I'm going to have blisters on the inside of my feet tomorrow. They don't hurt right now, but I'm anticipating less than pleasant moments putting on shoes for a few days.

And, in my other fun moment of the evening, I made veal patties for dinner. For some reason, the package warned me that it contained beef. Um, yes, yes it does, being veal. This isn't quite as good as the time when I had a bag of airline mixed nuts with the label "Warning: may contain nuts", but it's pretty good nonetheless.

Getting the party started, and all that

I spent part of this evening fiddling with the new version of DreamWeaver. Overall, I find it less user friendly than the old version, so I figured I'd give a shot at creating this thing over here on Blogger, rather than purely on my personal site through school. We'll see how that goes.

However, the point remains that I now have a blog. I'm clearly not going to be as obsessive as, say, Brendan, in updating this thing, but I think it's a useful idea to have a) a site where friends and family can occasionally see how things are going in my universe, and b) have an outlet for any tirades I feel like composing.

At the moment, though, I don't really feel like composing anything past my fights to format the list over on the right hand side nicely, so this is good enough. For now.