Necessary

I was playing around in photoshop, and ended up with that. Click to make it big, I sorta like it.

So, it's 9:56, way earlier than I ever start writing. But the fact is, there comes a point when you've just gotta do certain stuff. You can talk about it all you want, you can plan to do it, but when the time comes, you just gotta do it.

Tonight, I'm going to bed early. Oh snap. We all knew it'd have to come eventually. My sleep habits are terrible. I go to bed at 2 then expect to get up to run at 7. I come home and take a nap. It's just no good, I'm not gonna lie. Well, I tried that last night. Got to bed at 2:20, hoping to make it to practice at 7. My alarm got me up, I snoozed once, and after that it's a blur. I woke up at 10.

I hate missing practice, cause I feel like such a slacker. I don't really mind having things screwed up when I know it wasn't my fault. This time, it was 100% my fault. I can't pin the blame on anyone else, it was my bad guys, my bad. I messed up. So, that's the kick in the pants needed to get me to bed early. I've got to be at the school at 6 tomorrow to go run, so hey, I'm getting to bed early. Nobody's gonna stand in my way. This isn't like the last time I said I was going to bed early, a good 2 years ago. I remember, summer between 8th and 9th grade, I was so pooped from carpet, I was just ready to fall over and die. The plan was to go to bed super early, sleep forever. I told everyone about it, everyone knew not to even try to talk to me on messenger past 8 oclock, cause I was going to bed. So, 7:55 rolls around, I'm ready to go, I had even brushed my teeth. I'm about to shut down my computer, and who should log on but Tanya. Of course, this was during the heart of the Tanya era, so... I didn't get to bed for a while. Moral of the story is, you can't stop me. I'm not 14 any more. I'm raging, and I'm going to bed early.

I figured something out a while ago. I never really get anywhere. Destination wise, I haven't moved in ages. When I drive, if I'm the only one on the road, I'll go under the speed limit. I've got nowhere to go. Even if I'm late for CC practice, I'll take it nice and easy. When I run, I don't run anywhere. I always end up back in the same place. I can have an adventure or two on the way, but I'm never truly getting anywhere. And really, I'm alright with that. I'm pretty happy to just be out there, even if I'm not getting anywhere.

As for the speed limit issue, I'm alright. I don't need to be the first one there. I don't need to be the fastest guy on the road. I'm cool just chilling. I really don't like people that ride up on you, forcing you to go faster. Maybe they really do have somewhere to go, maybe them going 3 kph faster is gonna make their life a little better. But really, I doubt it. My heartrate is perfectly happy going slow, it's happy going fast too. I'm just a happy, content guy out there. So hey, slow down, enjoy life. It's not a race.

But if it was, you'd get the car trophy.

I've been giving alot of thought lately to specific heat. I'm not exactly sure why. It's an interesting property. We talked about it in physics quite extensively. For those of you not acquainted (not spelled right...) specific heat is the amount of energy needed to raise one kilogram of a substance one degree kelvin.

So basically, how much energy you've got to throw at something to get it to heat up. so, to heat one kg of water 5 degrees kelvin, you've got to throw 21 kj of energy at it.

Yay. so, why is this important? Why have I been thinking about it? Cause water has a really high specific heat. And Iron doesn't. Iron heats up and cools down without a fight. Water is a trooper. If you've gonna heat water up, you're gonna have to put your back in to it. On the other side of the coin, if you get iron hot, it'll cool down pretty easily. If you get water hot, it's going to heat everything around it up before it gets cool again.

So, are you going to be water, or are you going to be iron? Who am I gonna be? Am I gonna be a trooper, or am I gonna be a hippy that gets blown away when people stop wearing those rubber wrist bands.

I just like specific heat, that's all.

I think sweat is pretty good. My goal for this summer is to get one sweatring down to my belly button every day minus sundays. This week, I've gone 3/3. Last week was 5/6. I've only got 3 more days to pull it off. Friday is a given, considering we've got frisbee. Tomorrow ought to be easy, cause we've got a good cross country practice planned, and if that fails I can always play ultimate after summer seminary. Saturday is really the only wild card. We'll see, we'll see.

Ah, stuff is good. Today had a very rocky start, but it's turned up. It's been very humid today. I don't necessarily like that, but I can't do anything to stop it, so I'm gonna roll with it. The weather is going to come whether we predict it or not. I find that comforting. We can pour however much money into the system as we want, trying to figure out if it's going to rain or not, but in the end it's just gonna happen eventually. No matter how well we track the storm, we can't change what's really coming. That's pretty cool.

So yeah, I think I'm out of here. It's bed time. it's 10:22, and I'm gonna be in bed well before 11. It's been fun writing. I know this isn't one of my better posts, but it's too early to write well. I'm still proud of that little banner I put up there though. Hopefully there'll be more to come later. Sweet deal, I hope you're all doing well. Keep up the good work. If somebody'd please update their blog every once in a while, I'd absolutely love to have something to read. Alrighty, g'night folks.