Unrelated morsels
Motorcycle race season approaches, and I still don't really care. The 600 hasn't been ridden in...8 months? now, and I haven't even bothered to go to the storage locker to put it on the battery tender. The 300 is still fucked. I'm interested to see if all this crossfit has actually helped me on the bike, but beyond that, I don't really care. I know I'm still going to be awful, and it gets harder and harder to justify burning the kind of cash racing requires to get dead fucking last over and over. This year is going to be a decision point as to whether I quit or not.
I finally have all my vehicles back. Driveway seems overfull after being without the truck for so long. Cobra runs. Still needs new tires, but I'm still uninterested in coughing up the money for a set. So it mostly sits...which is about par for the course. On a related note: fuck thieves.
Guitar is going nowhere. My instructor is pushing me towards learning new songs or at least polishing the ones I've already learned. Me? I have such respect for music that I don't want to play songs because I fucking butcher them. Also, practice time is just non-existent right now. I feel like I'm running around like crazy with all this interviewing shit right now so when I SHOULD be practicing, I just want to stare at the ceiling.
Olympic lifting. I tried it for the first time last week. I think I may have found an activity where my desire to break everything down to the minutae is not only beneficial, but possible. Sportbike racing is a lot about technique, but you can't simulate the g forces of a corner except by going fast into one. It's also hard to check your form at 100 mph. But not olympic lifting. My lack of flexibility is definetily a hurdle (to both oly lifting and racing), but I think I can overcome it.
I finally have all my vehicles back. Driveway seems overfull after being without the truck for so long. Cobra runs. Still needs new tires, but I'm still uninterested in coughing up the money for a set. So it mostly sits...which is about par for the course. On a related note: fuck thieves.
Guitar is going nowhere. My instructor is pushing me towards learning new songs or at least polishing the ones I've already learned. Me? I have such respect for music that I don't want to play songs because I fucking butcher them. Also, practice time is just non-existent right now. I feel like I'm running around like crazy with all this interviewing shit right now so when I SHOULD be practicing, I just want to stare at the ceiling.
Olympic lifting. I tried it for the first time last week. I think I may have found an activity where my desire to break everything down to the minutae is not only beneficial, but possible. Sportbike racing is a lot about technique, but you can't simulate the g forces of a corner except by going fast into one. It's also hard to check your form at 100 mph. But not olympic lifting. My lack of flexibility is definetily a hurdle (to both oly lifting and racing), but I think I can overcome it.
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