Wired Writer

Legs run in the morning, fingers run in the evening

4:30 am workout - indoor at the Honda Watson Wellness Center

• 20 minutes on Precor; calorie burn - 250
• 30 minutes on treadmill: walking 20 minutes at a pace of 3.8 mph; running 10 minutes at a pace of 4.8 mph. Couldn't do any more because of last night's pizza. (Oh yeah, that pepperoni pizza -- impossible to respect yourself in the morning after spending a night with it. ) Calorie burn --?? Heartburn? Yep.
• 15 minutes on stationary bike; calorie burn - ?? I do know I consistently produced an average of 80 watts. What a fun little exercise fact! They should put 20 and 60 watt light bulbs on top of the readout panel so you can see your calorie burning efforts illuminate the place--or at least the magazine you're reading.

And the countdown begins...

Speaking of fun little facts, I counted the days until my manuscript is evaluated, minus a couple proofing days. I have to write 2500 words a day to make sure this baby is delivered on time. Shouldn't be too hard, right? (Cue evil laughter) Bwaaa-haaa-haa!! Nothing like a deadline to get you motivated. My evenings will be filled my fingers running across the keyboard...

Poem for the day:

The Preacher: Ruminates Behind The Sermon

I think it must be lonely to be God.
Nobody loves a master. No. Despite
The bright hosannas, bright dear-Lords, and bright
Determined reverence of Sunday eyes.

Picture Jehovah striding through the hall
Of His importance, creatures running out
From servant-corners to acclaim, to shout
Appreciation of His merit's glare.

But who walks with Him? -- dares to take His arm,
To slap Him on the shoulder, tweak His ear,
Buy Him a Coca Cola or a beer,
Pooh-pooh His politics, call Him a fool?

Perhaps--who knows?--He tires of looking down.
Those eyes are never lifted. Never straight.
Perhaps sometimes He tires of being great
In solitude. Without a hand to hold.

Gwendolyn Brooks
American poet, born 1917

posted by A.M.Adams @ 4/07/2006 02:03:00 PM