Hi. I'm aware it's been a while. I feel like I've been eating a bunch of sh!t sandwiches lately and communicating on a fundamental level has been ...difficult. No worries. I'm resilient if nothing else.

So the half-marathon was a wild success. My shin splints had been acting up all week. I thought it would be thirteen miles of pain. I didn't care. If i had to crawl I was going to finish. When I lined up I was a huge bundle of nerves, but when the running started there was no pain at all. Never during the run did my shins feel a second of pain. It was like having a weight taken off my back.

Now so you know, it's STILL thirteen miles of pain, but pain I can get with. I was trained to the best of what I could accomplish. I had the goal I told everybody I'd be okay with. Then I had a secret goal, something to push for but not have to share my disappointment if I didn't get it. Well, I finished twelve minutes ahead of my secret goal so staying I was ecstatic was understatement. Now it's on to my next big goal. A marathon next year.

Other news, I write. And I wrote some more. I could be putting more effort into it but everything feels so 'hiatus' right now.

I've also been thinking about directing theater, god help me. For some reason I keep going back to the show Bug. Anything that ends with main characters dousing themselves in gasoline...I'm down with it. Never seen the movie, don't care to.

For this, my 100th post...

...I'm not apologizing for being away so long.

Nothing's happened. Writing continues, and is now in the far less fun process of RE-writing. Throwing my manhood on the page wildly was fun and creative, but now it must turn into a story.

There is finally a "big time" movie done in my area starring a very famous person. I've had a day on it so far. What I find is that everyone east of Worcester thinks everyone WEST of Worcester can't possibly be as good, smart, or professional as them. And they're in charge. So even though I'm fifteen minutes at most from every single set they ship Boston extras in and put them up in hotels and give them all the choice spots and they still talk with that godawful accent. And, regional differences notwithstanding, a lot of them are morons (see previous meatball references).

Most of the reason I haven't written in ages is that I've decided to run the Hartford Half Marathon. See, my scale and I had a disagreement, and my mirror weighed in on its' side. So I decided to run. (I've heard all the Forrest jokes already.) Finding that I could actually obsess over it was interesting, so I decided the most natural thing would be to run 13.1 miles. Hold your laughter.

So I do that in two days. My legs are burning from the knees down, I'm slightly terrified, but mostly pumped and ready to go.

Wish me luck.