How's the CEFYS Plan going for you all? For me, it's pretty good. I'm getting my shit in order.
I rejoined the UCSF gym, which is a fun place because it's mostly full of doctors and scientists- all black socks and shorts and t-shirts with things like "Radiobioscience Symposia 2001" on them. I've been alternating between the pool and the treadmill. The treadmills either face a set of mirrors so you can run and see backwards into the room to watch other people exercising, or they face out the windows. I usually run on the ones by the windows because the view extends all the way to Marin and the Golden Gate Bridge. The problem is that this big, long view never changes so you may as well be staring at a pretty picture on the wall. But there is a parking lot directly below the windows so I watch the people pulling in and out of spaces instead.
Fans, the domination of the iPod is finally complete. I realized that though I'll probably never buy Apple's version of the mp3 player, I kind of want one. I only have this heavy-duty jog-proof CD player that looks like 1995. When is the last time you saw someone lugging around a portable CD player? I'd look like Crazy Eighties Boom Box Bum, like the homeless people who crap on my street.
The gym doesn't play any music, so I make up freestyle rhymes in my head to pass the time on the treadmill. I'm not horribly good at it. Most of them go something like:
I am Camper on the far treadmill,
I won't stop running til I get my fill
I run in front of a window of glass
Now I'll increase in the incline to work out my ass
I alternate running with swimming. The pool has generally been not crowded when I've gone- at most two people per lane. That way you can just split the lane and you don't have to worry about passing and being passed. I find that so aggravating that I don't even want to be in the pool. But as you know, fans, I'm easily aggravated.
So anyway, the other things to fix on my CEFYS Plan were drinking less and being more productive. I've done pretty good on those. I no longer sit around my apartment in my underwear with a bottle of Stoli Vanil in my lap taking swigs out of it while watching Everybody Loves Raymond reruns. That is a good thing. And though I originally had this notion that I would give up drinking entirely for January, I think we all knew that just wasn't going to last.
But so far, I haven't had any hangovers in January and those are the real problem. It's not the drinking- it's the effects. So I'm doing okay.
But as for being productive, you'd think with all the spare time I have not vomiting and being sober enough to read that I'd be getting some serious shit accomplished. Oddly, it's just not so. I think this is partially because I'm readjusting to working out so much, and I'm too exhausted to think. The other part is that without going out and getting hammered, annoying friends and strangers, wandering home, and then trying to remember what happened the next day, I don't have enough excitement in my life as inspiration to write more.
But really, how long can I go without making a drunken ass out of myself? It's been like two weeks and I'm already going through withdrawal. Call me shaky.