wake up, run for your life with me
brad - 6/26/17 - 4:52 am

It's 64° outside, clear skies, low humidity. It's a perfect night. Life is alright in these rare moments I have.

We finally played the last game of the season last Monday. Luckily the storm passed south of us that night. I played all but 10 minutes of the game. Someone subbed me out with 10 minutes to go in the first half. No one subbed me out in the second half. I was kind of surprised by it, but I also wasn't going to come out otherwise. It was the 5th most steps I've logged in a game on my FitBit since last season. I played forward the entire night, botched a goal I'm still not sure how I missed, and had a second would-have-been-goal off a sweet header denied by some poor girl's face. It was probably the best exercise I've had all year. See, I left this season on a good note, and after putting all the season statistics into my spreadsheet, I'm totally stoked for the fall season to start. I'm still going to buy a new pair of goalie gloves, because I know better, and that's just the type of person I am.

I was *sore* the day after that game, though. Man oh man. Zero chance I got on the treadmill that day. That's probably my 36 year old body suffering from aging, which I refuse to believe, but I needed rest. I felt better the day after that, but then last Thursday, I don't know what the deal was, I was *exhausted*. I came home from work and took a two hour nap, because my body ceased to function. It's actually been a while since I napped hard after work on a weekday. I rebounded and the weekend was great. Treadmill + soccer on tv = ideal situation.

Work went well for the most part. I started Saturday night, went until 7 am Sunday morning, and even though I only got 6 hours of sleep in, I woke up no worse for wear. I wasn't that tired at all. Finished my work in the afternoon, took a quick catnap, and closed the weekend out strong.

I tried the Black Angus Meatloaf at Silver Diner for dinner on Sunday. Oh man. That's a good meatloaf. Like, that had some amazing flavor to it. I'm always hesitant to veer from my normal picks at any restaurant, because what if I completely ruin a restaurant visit? I would have never put that on my radar, but I stepped outside my comfort zone and was rewarded with a solid meal. It's on the recommendation list.

I don't want to jinx it, but Detroit City FC, the 4th tier semi-professional club in the NPSL, is on a roll. They have won 6 league games in a row, 8 games overall (two friendlies during the run), and climbed into second place in their division. They've actually only lost once all season. I know, it's not even a professional league, but Detroit has a soccer team and I'm going to root for them, dammit! I finally pulled the trigger and bought some swag from their store. I've been meaning to do this since the club started playing in 2012. They stream their home games online, and I've caught all four that they've streamed so far. They average 5000 a game in attendance, which is insane for semi-professional team, but I think it's awesome, it looks like a fun atmosphere. They have another friendly next month against Venezia FC, an Italian team that was just promoted to Serie B in Italy for their upcoming season. I am very curious to see what happens during that game.

I got some exercise in 5 out of the 7 days last week, which is right on target, and puts me at 20 out of the last 25 days. My average calories consumed for the last six weeks has crept up and is around 2,250 per day. I had ate more calories than I burned on 14 of those 42 days: a few of those days were by a handful, but there were also a few days of splurge in there as well. Despite all that, I lost another pound when I weighed in on Saturday. Even though I weigh in every day, Saturday is the official day for marking progress. And this past week was weird on the day-to-day basis. I was down 2.4 on Tuesday, then crept up .6, .6, .8, but fell back .8 on Saturday. I know things can fluctuate when measuring daily, it was just extra weird last week for me. I'm still waiting to hit that "inevitable" wall where I stagnate or inexplicably gain weight for a month straight, but it hasn't happened yet. I'm still on track for losing a pound per week. Whoa. I'm halfway there. Whoa. Livin' on a prayer. Or whatever non-believers do.

Nothing happening this week. Workstation patching this weekend, which means I'll work for large portions of Saturday and Sunday, which also means I'm going to take Monday off, and July 4th is Tuesday. So I'll have a four day "working" weekend, which I won't mind. I'll be watching soccer during most of the time I'm working from home, so it should be enjoyable. Until next week.