Moving sucks sweaty monkeys

Moving is tiring. I wish it were over *NOW* - but alas, it won't be. Poor Steph - she has to deal with this plus her mom being in town plus planning a trip to Spain in less than 3 weeks. Glad I'm not in her shoes. Besides, her shoes are too big for me anyways.

Each morning this week I've driven my car to work thinking about something important / significant in my life. Unfortunately, I keep forgetting what it was 12 hours later. I guess it wasn't too profound - or I could also assume that I'll be able to experience the same cool relaxing sense of epiphany each morning (about the same subject of course!).

Went to bishop this past weekend. Tried cranking - failed miserably. Still had fun trying though - and the best part was taht my shoulder / wrist / knees (yes, I'm getting runner's knees now) held up fairly well. My new project in the Buttermilks: "Jedi Mind Tricks". How awesome would that be for someone to take a picture of me sending that - I would title the caption "Obi, the one, doing a Jedi Mind Trick in Bishop, CA".

This has all made me want to start training harder at the gym. Trouble is, I'm not getting sore at the gym - which implies I'm not pushing myself hard enough. I'll have to stay the course I'm on though - otherwise, I might reinjure myself again. And that'd be sadness with a double "p".