Archive for July 10, 2008

I was dumping the compost bin outside the other day when an idea struck me.  Nope, it wasn’t a great opening sentence for my novel.  Nope, it wasn’t a replacement for oil that is both cheap and clean.  Instead, I thought to myself, “wouldn’t it be neat if I could do a split!?”  Of course I am forced to admit that at no point in my life have I ever been able to perform a split of any kind.  So what was I to do? (more…)

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I shook things up a bit this morning and ate a small breakfast of 2 cups watermelon diced, 1 banana, and 2 cups of water.  I waited about an hour, stretched, and then went out to do the A.M. portion of my cardio routine.

I threw a few curve balls in my running routine that must have caught my heart off guard.  I alternated between jogging and sprinting, and walking and sprinting.  My heart rate peaked at about 175 beats per minute, but I was around 135-155 for most of the run.

The run definitely went well.  My shins hurts, my ankles are a bit swollen, and my calves feel like I was carrying an elephant on my back.  But otherwise I feel great.  My energy is way up post-run- and that is worth the pain.

I can honestly say that I am looking forward to tonight’s cardio session.

Post-run: When I got home I had another cup of watermelon and a small bowl of cheerios with 3 cups of water and my multivitamin.

I am thinking of sticking with an all fruit breakfast on cardio days.

I wrote a while back about my plan to write the next great American novel. The plot was fairly straight forward, a serial killer who kills serial killers.  However, I never wrote more than five pages because I was disgusted by the Punisher-esque cliche origins of my main character.  In a streak of unimaginative glory I explained his character as a man whose wife and child died at the hands of a killer.  Uber-cliche, eh?  I know, I thought so too.  One Punisher is quite enough.

So as I sat in church- I know, an odd place for this inspiration, but in my defense service hadn’t started yet- I came up with an idea for my main characters origins that is both unique and powerful.  Instead of a cliche murder victim’s spouse and father, my main character has his family entirely intact.  No, he doesn’t kill out of revenge.  Instead, he kills because of a haunting past and memories that rack him with guilt so severe that at times he feels as if their weight might crush his conscience.  Why does he feel so guilty?  (more…)