January 29th, 2009


Goals = Failure

I finally reached my goal of "run for 200 days." I undertook this effort on 3 October 2006, or about 848 days ago. I have run approximately once every four to five days.

My pace on my very first run, after I had not been running for several years, was ten minutes per mile.

My pace on my most recent run, after two and a half years of running, was ten minutes per mile.

Self-improvement is not an option.

Oh, to rub salt in the wounds: I have severely curtailed my Coca Cola intake since returning from Montana. For a week now I have had no more than 16 ounces of cola per day. Some days I've had less than half that much. Today I've had none. I've been drinking juice and water. Also, I've curtailed the cheese sandwiches in my lunch, and have been eating apple slices and carrots, and a few tortilla chips. Most mornings I eat only half an English muffin instead of a whole one. I have run 10 kilometers a day for the past six days, and I have done 101 sit-ups and 100 push-ups a day for the last five days.

My weight has gone up.

At work I got a lukewarm reception to my idea for setting up a DLN link with a school in New Hampshire so their kids could share their studies of ancient Polynesian navigation methods with our students. I was very much looking forward to this, and thought the idea would be warmly received.

I left my new friends at the Salt Lake City airport one week ago. At this exact time, one week ago, I was on a Delta Airlines jet halfway between Los Angeles and Honolulu.

Now, I'm back in the same old rut. The rut of failure.