Morning Music
Tommy Conwell – I’m Seventeen
Decent enough week, though I missed a few workouts — mostly out of concern for overtraining. Time-wise, I still hit my mark thanks to skiing, which also absolutely cashed my legs. So overall… I’ll call it a win.
This was supposed to be a step-back ski week, but the snow conditions are terrible. Fortunately, I’ve got a mountain bike, Peloton access, and a pool out here. I can do just about everything except run (no shoes), which is not ideal but manageable.
Solid rides. Nothing crazy, but good time in the saddle.
This is where things slipped a bit. Missing one and cutting another short isn’t ideal, but again — part of managing fatigue.
Another missed workout here. Hoping to make this up a bit in the coming week.
Legs felt it. Skiing counts.
Those numbers basically confirm what I felt — I’m training hard. Maybe a bit too hard for this point in the cycle.
This was one of those weeks where the plan met reality. I didn’t hit everything, but I didn’t ignore what my body was telling me either. That matters more right now.
Looking ahead, I may need to acknowledge two things:
That probably means dialing back duration and/or intensity slightly for now, then ramping more aggressively once summer hits and I have more flexibility.
A smoother base phase and a steeper build might be the smarter play.
Not perfect. But still moving forward.
Cracker: Happy Birthday to Me
The Vandals: Happy Birthday to Me
Nobody asked for this, but that has never stopped me before.
I’ve fallen into a pretty consistent morning routine, which is either a sign of discipline or that I’m slowly becoming my father. Jury’s still out.
First thing: I drink a glass of water. Hydration. Health. Also, because every article on the internet says that if you don’t, you’ll die immediately.
Then I go downstairs and make coffee. Real coffee. While I drink it, I read the Bible. Yes—every single day. I’ve been doing that for about a year and three months now.
Last year I read it straight through, cover to cover. This year, I’m mixing it up—four chapters a day from different books using a reading plan (M’Cheyne plan, if you care). It makes me feel both spiritual and efficient, which is really the goal.
After that, I read the newspaper while eating something light. I also take my vitamins at this point, because apparently I’m now the kind of person who has “a vitamin routine.”
Then I get dressed and head to work early. On the drive, I listen to an audiobook. So technically, I’ve already hydrated, caffeinated, prayed, eaten, supplemented, and read the Bible, current events, and a book. I should feel good about myself by now, productive, but I’m me, so I don’t.
At work, I usually have about 45 minutes before the day starts. First up: journaling. I know. Younger me would absolutely roast current me for this. But it works. It helps me focus on gratitude, clears out the mental clutter, and gives me a few minutes of actual quiet.
Then I do the daily chess puzzle. Current streak: 215 days. At this point, I’m less interested in improving at chess and more interested in not breaking the streak and having an existential crisis.
After that, I prep for classes like a responsible adult.
I track a few of these habits, so by this point in the day, I’ve already checked off:
Not bad for before the first period.
During my first prep period of the school day, I’ll pick up my bass guitar for at least 30 minutes. I don’t need to prep because I came in early to do that. During lunch, I do the New York Times crossword, because nothing says “relaxing break” like being humbled by a clue about a 1970s opera. During my second prep period, I go for a run a few times a week or I practice ASL.
After school, I work out and practice ASL if I can’t do them during the workday. And that pretty much wraps up all my “habits” and to-dos for the day.
Now, if this sounds like I’ve got everything dialed in and live a perfectly structured, productive life…just know this is the same person who still considers sitting on the couch the gold standard of “real free time.”
Balance.
In the wake of the news, a CPS school is exploring changing its name from Cesar Chavez Elementary. I’m once again suggesting we do away with school names, ala NYC.
Just give them numbers.
P.S. for elementary schools and H.S. for high schools.
Start with P.S. 1 and keep going until you run out of elementary schools. Same with high schools.
I doubt the number 3 or 76 will ever be cancelled due to uncovered misdeeds (but I wouldn’t put it past Twitter or BlueSky these days).
When I came to work yesterday, there was a mailer envelope on my desk with a post-it note saying “Hope this brings a smile to your face.” No name. No mailing address or return address.
Inside was a t-shirt that had a picture of an eagle and the words “Bald & Magnificent.”
It did bring a smile to my face.
I still don’t know who gave it to me. Nobody recognizes the handwriting on the note or admits to it. I wish I knew so I could thank them.
I have to admit that it meant a lot to me. I’ve been going through some things (all minor in the world) and feeling the emptiness now that I’m not actively parenting. A bit useless, a bit left behind. Anyway, someone out in the world thought of me, thought enough about me, to go out of their way (time/money) to get me something. It was just what I needed.
Whoever that was, thank you. It’s appreciated more than you know.
I will also take what it meant to me and pay that forward.