On the Many Things Making My Life Suck Right Now

My dad sent a random e-mail yesterday, reminding me  of the series of unfortunate events that have been taking place:

1. The Yankess did not make the playoffs;
2. The Patriots, sans Brady, is mediocre at best ten months after blowing the Super Bowl; and
3. The GOP got whacked earlier this month.

I also reminded him that the stock market is tumbling.  Four of my most important things have given me nothing but depression, something that hasn’t happened in a long while.

On a brighter note, I watched the BC basketball team play two nights ago and they looked promising enough to have some hope.  The football team also has a shot at making a run.  And hockey?  The old reliable.  At least there’s BC athletics.

Last night, I joined a gym.  I deserve some congratulations for making the effort, but it’s not much of an accomplishment when all I did was hop into the elevator and head upstairs.  Since neither running nor lifting weights seems to do me any thing (my endurance hasn’t improved in the slightest since I started running), the pool was the most attractive feature.

But here’s the sad part:  I discovered the pool is 35 feet long (or 10.66 meters).  I make 4 laps in freestyle and I need to take a 10 minute break.  On the one hand, I’m glad I can still swim because there was a time  I felt like I forgot how to.  On the other hand, it’s frightening how low one can sink.  I used to swim 1 km a day when I was like 6-7.  That’s about 100 laps.  Now I can’t even do 25.  Somewhere, my grandfather, who was good enough to try out for the olympics, is rolling in his grave.

I think I need to get my weight down.  While I was in Japan in October, I ate non-stop to the point where I experienced no hunger for three days straight for the first time in my life.  My weight went up to 74 kilograms.  I promised myself I was going to go down to 70.  Yesterday, I was thrilled to discover my weight is 159 pounds, only to discover that’s 72 kg.