The week has passed like a fly out of a honey jar.
What am I saying...
Anyway, I have finally bought my TIMEX heart rate monitor. It's really useful to target different performance results, especially in running. I feel like I really really really really need it, it's not an impulse buy and it's going to be one of those things that will live to stay.
To be very frank, I still haven't adapted well to unit life. I still can't quite get that cadet/student/recruit mentality out of me. It's like how some of our political fathers are suddenly thrust into the spotlight after victorious elections. Out of the blue, almost overnight, you have been given this huge responsibility, and this god-given mission to command and control. It's an awkward feeling, not exactly one that is comfortable, but you kind of sense that it's going in a good, hopefully right direction, headed for something unknown but tangible.
Had a party at Carol's house last weekend. One phrase that Crystal used on her blog and which I never forgot since the last time I read it - "tapestry of memories", was kind of apt. Everyone's still intrinsically the same, we've all the while been nestled and nurtured in the same fabric. We all have different endpoints and startpoints yet our paths criss-cross. The point of confluence, that's where all flows, that "tapestry of memories" of our common paths, that had since diverged, but that fabric remains taut and rich.
I can't quite decide whether I'm happy or sad at this very instant. You just reach this dumb state of neutrality - more so than a few years ago... must be NS ... that you feel nothing when something hits you. I am clearly aware of my retarding brain, and the juices in my body turning stale. You don't think anymore and you express yourself more simply, for fear that any complexity just clouds judgement and impedes progress because you've just got to "go through motion", very meaningfully the epitome of life now.
No it's not stopping, it's just going on and on and on.
What am I saying...
Anyway, I have finally bought my TIMEX heart rate monitor. It's really useful to target different performance results, especially in running. I feel like I really really really really need it, it's not an impulse buy and it's going to be one of those things that will live to stay.
To be very frank, I still haven't adapted well to unit life. I still can't quite get that cadet/student/recruit mentality out of me. It's like how some of our political fathers are suddenly thrust into the spotlight after victorious elections. Out of the blue, almost overnight, you have been given this huge responsibility, and this god-given mission to command and control. It's an awkward feeling, not exactly one that is comfortable, but you kind of sense that it's going in a good, hopefully right direction, headed for something unknown but tangible.
Had a party at Carol's house last weekend. One phrase that Crystal used on her blog and which I never forgot since the last time I read it - "tapestry of memories", was kind of apt. Everyone's still intrinsically the same, we've all the while been nestled and nurtured in the same fabric. We all have different endpoints and startpoints yet our paths criss-cross. The point of confluence, that's where all flows, that "tapestry of memories" of our common paths, that had since diverged, but that fabric remains taut and rich.
I can't quite decide whether I'm happy or sad at this very instant. You just reach this dumb state of neutrality - more so than a few years ago... must be NS ... that you feel nothing when something hits you. I am clearly aware of my retarding brain, and the juices in my body turning stale. You don't think anymore and you express yourself more simply, for fear that any complexity just clouds judgement and impedes progress because you've just got to "go through motion", very meaningfully the epitome of life now.
No it's not stopping, it's just going on and on and on.