They both need naps.
No, not diapers and cockroaches. Rather, that’s the answer for “What do babies and the elderly have in common?” Of course one could argue diapers as well, but I’m not quite at the stage for Depends yet. Eventually I suppose, but right now it’s just naps. Little sleepy-baby type naps. As far as I can figure, my body is designed for 6 hours of sleep. Even less at times. Throughout most of my life I’ve never been one to stay asleep for long periods of time. There are others who I’m sure you’ve heard about, that have no problem sleeping the entire day away. Not I. My body revolts if I abuse it like that. Even after late night gigs where I’d be up at my regular 6 something a.m. and have to play till 2 in the morning …I’d still wake up before 7am. It’s in my genes I think. I can’t wash it out either.
Which is why I just had a wonderful hour or so nap. My gig was done early last night and after eating a little food I got home and just felt bagged, so I went to bed. I laid there and probably didn’t actually fall asleep till maybe midnight, but I was up at 5am. What does a guy do when he’s up at such a dreadful hour on a Saturday morning? In my case I convinced myself to get an early workout in. After leaving the house just after 6 I arrived (20 min. walk) to find out they don’t open till 7am on Saturdays. Oh well. So I hung around for bit. Luckily it wasn’t too cold. It’s surprising how quickly the KSC fills up though, from an empty parking lot to what had to be 100 people swimming, diving and practicing other pool related routines …all in less than an hour. That doesn’t include people in the fitness rooms or indoor track area etc. either. It’s a busy place. Sorta reminds me of my old Waterpark days. You’d get to work on a cold and sunny morning and the park would be empty and serene …and half an hour later there’d be hundreds of snotty-nosed, screaming kids.
I had a great leg workout though, and went heavier than I’ve gone in a while on some horizontal leg presses as well as normal extensions. The knee gave me problems when I’d try to force the leg straight, pushing for a sort of hyperextension …but it worked itself out eventually. I still have little ‘lumps’ on my incision points, and that’s where the pain somewhat occurs. As far as the running thing that I was hoping to be going wild on by now – that hasn’t happened. If anything it’s been a regression. As soon as I get into stride I’ll get pain, and even shorter strides (which worked when I first tried them at physio) aren’t anything to write home about. So I’ll stop writing. But gym/weights leg stuff is fine, it’s just the whole free-moving/twisting/running variety of sport that will have to wait a while. But I’m old. I have time ;)
I hung out with Amber a few nights ago and we checked out the Clooney movie, The Descendants. It wasn’t too bad. I don’t know why it’s not running in the major theaters though. Perhaps having a story that revolves around taking someone off life support doesn’t fit nicely with the mainstream, popcorn munching crowd. The way his wife laid there though, reminded me of my Grandma that I just wrote about. Her mouth open. Body unmoving. The way family and friends would mull almost insensitively about her space. It takes place in Hawaii too …which oddly reminded me that it’s been my only real holiday out of the country in my entire life. By real I mean while being on my own.
Rich and I (a Waterpark friend coincidentally) spent a month there in 87′ or 88′. We stayed with a friend’s sister (and husband and daughter ..Tom and Elisha) who was a native islander which worked out pretty nice. We rented their spare room for maybe $500 (split between the two of us) which for them was wonderful. We were good house guests though. I remember surfing every day or so at the start (we brought our boards on the flight). Doing the gym thing. Playing basketball more than we should have. I remember the ants that would be roaming about the kitchen at night. The little lizard things. Cockroaches. Maki birds. Mangos that fell from the backyard tree and sat there rotting …much like neglected apple trees here. It was fun I think. I also remember that at about the three week point I was ready to go home. Yep, you know it’s time to leave Hawaii when you’re bored, eating cheap hamburgers at Jack in the Box and spending too much time watching tv.
Ahhhhhh, paradise.
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