~ 8-9-10 ~ Photosynthesis

This one’s tricky. You have to use imaginary numbers, like eleventeen …

With just about 12 weeks until Marine Corp Marathon, my training is going well.  As well as can be expected.

This is a cut-back week for me so I may or may not get in the required amount of running.  My left quad is just not cooperating and I need to nip it in the bud once and for all.  Silly me, I was going to run 1 mile today.   WHY?  What would running 1 mile do for me?  Pretty much nothing.   After some good advice from friends, my 1 mile became my rest day.   Sure, i did my core.  I am always consistently doing my core.  I just wish all the crunches I do would show.  You know, less of a flabby tummy and more of a 2 pack.  I think I do notice a subtle difference that only I can see.

I am very much uninspired right now.  It’s as though my writing and thinking skills have gone on an extended hiatus.  I am not sure how many posts I can write and talk about my training or my non-training or my boo-boo quad.   It gets old fast.  So sing with me, instead.

Frank Turner – Photosynthesis
Well I guess I should confess that I am starting to get old. All the latest music fads all passed me by and left me cold. All the kids are talking slang I won’t pretend to understand. All my friends are getting married. Mortgages and pension plans. And it’s obvious my angry adolescent days are done. And I’m happy and I’m settled in the person I’ve become. But that doesn’t mean I’m settled up and sitting out the game- Time may change a lot. But some things they stay the same.

And I won’t sit down
And I won’t shut up
And most of all I will not grow up
And I won’t sit down
And I won’t shut up
And most of all I yeah I won’t grow up

Maturity’s a wrapped-up package deal or so it seems. Ditching teenage fantasy means ditching all your dreams. All your friends and peers and family solemnly tell you you will have to grow up. Be and adult. Be bored and unfulfilled. But no one’s yet explained to me exactly what’s so great about slaving 50 years away on something that you hate. About meekly shuffling down the path of mediocrity. Well if that’s your road then take it but it’s not the road for me.

And if all you ever do with your life is photosynthesize, then you’ll deserve every hour of your sleepless nights that you waste wondering when you’re going to die.

Now I’ll play, and you sing- The perfect way for the evening to begin. I won’t sit down, and I won’t shut up, and most of all I won’t “grow up”.