Tuesday, 27 January 2009
Last night I lay down at 5:58 in the evening. I pulled my beanie over my eyes to block the light and was asleep by 6:00 p.m. I was tired from the work I had done, and from leading a class that required me to speak for two hours. Besides being tired, I wanted to sleep earlier so I could wake even earlier.
My eyes opened at 1:15 a.m., which was fine because by then I had had plenty of rest. I hopped down from my rack and gathered my gear. By 1:50, I was sitting alone in the quiet room to write. I really cherished the alone time. I felt as if I were in my own office at home, although I have neither a home nor an office. When I do, I hope that I will have more writing and communication tools than a Biz pen and white paper. It will be a real treat to sit in front of my own computer, with internet access and a telephone. Those are privileges I cannot imagine at present; I can’t even access a typewriter.
I began my morning writing a blog entry describing my previous day. Then I wrote an article about a gangbanger and a lifer. It’s the story of Walt Jones, who was a participant in the Entrepreneurial Compass class I facilitate. Following that story, I wrote another blog in response to the questions on the PSI from the law student.
I had a medical appointment at 7:30, so I put my writing gear away in time for me to make it to the track by 6:00. I ran seven miles, returned to my housing unit for a quick shower and shave, then walked to the medical department. Expecting to wait, I brought a news magazine with me.
I didn’t have to wait long at all. I had signed up for a physical on my 45th birthday. I’d never had a full physical, and I reasoned that I had reached an age that I ought to begin accumulating some records on my health. My blood pressure was 129/78. When I told those numbers to my wife, she said that it was higher than the last time I’d had a measurement but she attributed to higher level to the run I had completed 20 minutes before my exam. My pulse was 58. The nurse did not draw blood because she said I was healthy; I feel strong. She checked my prostate and said I was fine. The nurse scheduled me for a tetanus shot.
The exam lasted less than 30 minutes. I returned to the track and ran three more miles. My log would now show I’ve run 423 miles in 46 straight days.
I spent the afternoon and early evening editing the manuscript I’ve been working on. I expect to finish the edit by the first week of February. Then I must write some ancillary work to accompany it. I have much to keep me busy, and I’m grateful.
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