Life is good

I just submitted my experience record to the PEO, and generally speaking work is interesting. In fact, today marks the last 5-day week I will be working until mid-August, so I don't even have to work that hard any time soon.

The band is coming off its best showing in several years in Chatham, and we still have room to improve. We are going to a trip to Fredericton next weekend, and then to Ottawa over the long weekend in preparation for the North American Championships in Maxville, which are (needless to say) always a good time. Not to mention the fact that everyone seems to genuinely like one another in the band, and we're likely building something lasting here.

My personal life is, for now at least, not the running joke it so typically is.

I'm hardly watching any TV, and I'm actually reading books! Not just magazines, but damned books! This might not be a big deal to most people... but trust me on this one. It's big news in my world.

All this has me in a great mood almost permanently. However, there is one drawback....

I'm not running or working out much, if at all, lately. I'm too happy. I need a proper amount of self-loathing to be able to push myself through that shit. I'm not suggesting that even on my best day I'd be in the running for the next fucking Abercrombie model or anything, but I like to be able to pass myself off at reasonably healthy. As always, I managed to find someone else who phrases is slightly more eloquently than I....

Dr. Cox: The key to my exercise program is this one simple truth: I hate my body.

Turk: What?

Dr. Cox: Do you understand the second you look in the mirror and you're happy with what you see, baby, you just lost the battle.

Turk: You should give speeches to teenage girls.