3 jun 2012

i remembered what i wanted to talk to you about...

"swim: 10 times
read: 750 pages non-fiction
run: 1000 miles"

jeez. why did i do this? what the hell is the matter with me? i hate having goals. they freaking suck the fun out of everything.

take the swimming for example. have i been? decidedly not. and how does that make me feel about swimming? i feel no joy for swimming; rather, i completely resent its nagging self hanging over my head. however, i have rediscovered the joys of ballet. yes, THAT ballet -- the one with the toes and whatnot. in my fitness center there is a barre. i don't know why it is there, but it has always been there. so. a few plies, eleves, releves, et cetera. they're good for strengthening the feet and ankles, and they are FUN. will i set ballet goals? oh, hell no.

750 pages non-fiction. hahaha! ha ha ha ha. my reading bone seems to be broken. i keep starting and dropping books. i never do that. never! i mean, once back in the day i tried to read 'marjorie morningstar' and couldn't bear it and quit. since then i am fairly certain i have never dropped a book. or, maybe one. but it is definitely not something i do. until now. tried that hedgehog book and couldn't hack it. right now i am trying 'wildwood dancing' and also, not working. the last book i finished was in early april. Early April for crissakes. so. reading is currently not working for me and i am contemplating returning to harry potter, but that's a bit of a cop-out. of all things, reading IS something i can do. so, might as well not read some non-fiction pages if i am not reading anything, right? right. richard feynman it is. surely i can read prof feynman.

last but not least, let's not talk about the running just now, shall we not?

my goal for next year is: no goals!