Well well well, this must be the month of bumper sticker updates at the speed of lightning.. but, I feel like writing.. publicly voicing my opinion, which is sort of rare in itself. After all, who cares for "another" blog about a preppy, middle-class, athlete-wannabe's rambles on life, the number 10 and such things anyway? I figured this journal is a way to get my buddies, spread over too many different places, to write me once in a while and tell me where my synapses are firing incorrectly... so, Mr. Hall and Ms. Davis, if you be reading this, I expect unsolicited wisdom on all things mundane.

Ive been thinking about domestic bliss lately. I am the epitome of individualism in my books.. owing partially to my aunts bouncing me on my head as a baby :) Several brain cells were damaged prematurely and I dont seem to process things linearly anyway. I think too many people are fond of telling us about what we cannot do. My work is managing a small team of people whose well being matters to me at the end of the day. People I work for are fun and the job itself is challenging to the extent it can be so, I dont mind it at all. My friends used to tell me Ive got a head for business and small or big, its good to be in the spin of all things commerce. It beats a 9-5 job anyday of the week and I doubt my temperment would do well in the presence of authority, such as a boss. Ive been known to jump fences from camps and any other such confining spaces so, this is my only option for survival, self-reliance.

Speaking of domestic bliss, being a foot-loose athlete does not qualify one for a normal relationship. In fact, the life of an athlete is very boring, difficult, boring, ascetic, boring and oh, boring. I was reading about some Olympic dreamers that wanted a nibble at normality, in an article that was talking about L.Armstrong coming out of retirement. I dont compare to L.Armstrong or anyone fast and fabulous but, I think Im in this sport of keeps.. so, translating that to the day-to-day requriements of being in bed by 9pm is sorta funny and as Ive realized in the last year of really trying hard to get to bed by 9pm, very simple. No eating outside (I went to a restraunt last weekend with the peeps and had food-poisoning sorts of effects for two days.. and I didnt even eat that much), no socializing, no late nights, no parties. I cannot even eat as much as I want and when I want. When Im unhappy, the parts it shows in the most are my food habits. I went for three years without ice-cream and then went on a binge for about a week in August. Definitely something to think about.

So, Ive come to the conclusion that though several prospects seems interesting and even appealing (what a change! A few years ago I wouldve run screaming from anything resembling a steady relationship) its going to be a tough choice to "settle" for working through a relationship where there are no common interests, goals or just plain support for such goals. Ive decided to drown my sorrows by sniffing some butterscotch ice-cream and bidding goodbye to boys for good.

Gotta get to work on that 10K time, get my thoughts in order and stop waiting for things to happen........ I dont want to wake up when I am 35 and regret not running down the road not taken.. I feel like Christopher Columbus today :) No fancy foreign coach, trainer or best-friend can be of any help in my quest.. just sympathize with the comedy of the situation and tell me that they will stick around, no matter that my brain is confused by this sudden tendency for domestic bliss.