Being listed first on ultrasignup is basically the same as winning.

Irrelevant Update

I still have no idea what the hell I'm doing.

Like, generally. But also specifically, regarding running.

Funny how running does that. Clears some things up, makes other things murkier. The din of process mapping and style sheet updates peels away, but suddenly there are these races you haven't done, these others that have defeated you previously, and you've never raced that guy before. Wouldn't all of that be fun?

Well, yes. But the legs can only take so much. As importantly, the bank account is prone to bonking as well.

So I don't know. I need new shoes. I need to do laundry. And there's more style sheet updating to do tomorrow. And then I'll go run again, until I've got a thousand bits of inspiration, but not one.

I think I'm going to run a 100 this fall, for the highly-technical reason that I've never done so, and feel like trying.

We'll see. There's a bit more to think about, and certainly more to say regarding the 'why'. But for now it's probably sufficient to say it's the thing that excites and scares me the most, and life is pretty banal otherwise. Of course there are compelling reasons why I should do literally anything else; there's never really a good time to run/walk/etc 100 miles in one go--it's actually pretty fucking stupid on just about any rational level--but I'm going to have to do this someday, and there will always be reasons why not.

In case you haven't heard, physicists are now speculating--sciencing, etc.--that the universe is expanding at a more rapid rate than previously thought, and so the rending of all things will be sooner too; and that's just as well, because, at 28 years old, I received my first earnest "you look good for your age!"