Body
This weekend I failed to complete many of my goals; no long ride, no long run, half the distance swimming I contemplated going into it. And not for any good reason, just because when I woke up in the morning, often early enough to get started, I chose comfort over effort, even though I often find myself more comfortable once in the effort than when I am lazing around munching on different elements of my refrigerator. But not only did I fail in my workouts, I failed in my responsibilities within the household, not running Solon, barely helping Erica with dinner and shopping and baking and all the mundane chores of a weekend following a long week. When I left the house it was to sit in the car on the way to a park or walk a few miles at such a leisurely pace my legs stiffened up from confusion, thinking they were being pulled out for use when in fact it was only a cruel joke in which the slowest possible path could be found to the destination.
Mind
Yet, I am not unhappy with myself, I read Harry Potter and got through about half the book, wonderful story, one which I can only hope to match someday if I ever get writing. My latest flirtation with thinking follows along the lines of photography, writing and fantasy, and trying to create a fantasy guide to Boston, or other major cities for that matter. It'd be fun to take modern day cityscapes and put in another world or two (in the spirit of Harry Potter), but given my relative naivety in the matter, I would have to start slow and short. What fun though to combine history, fantasy and photography in a contemporary setting.
Soul
The complete lack of work I find myself doing (or not doing) gives me the time to start exploring some of these options and with the end of the Tour de France I have more time to fill these empty hours with thoughts and meditations on the meaning of everything I see around me. I don't want to start here though, its too scattered, too mundane for me to begin thinking introspectively with the content above. So perhaps a new post will find its way to me as I note the things that mean something in the moment about to pass.
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