Antonin Dvorak, Adagio-Allegro molto, Symphony No. 9, "From the New World"
Dmitri Shostakovich, Moderato, Cello Concerto No. 1
WX at 0600: 10.9 (-11.7) DP 9.0 (-12.8) BP 30.04 (1017) WSW 7 WC 0 (-18) RH 91
Odometer 1: 331.3mi
Z3 high.
Average/max heart rate = no reading
Frak. It's. Cold. Again.
To give an idea of why, here's the grafted weather readings:
| Conditions at | |
| Wind | from the WSW (240 degrees) at 7 MPH (6 KT) |
| Visibility | 7 mile(s) |
| Sky conditions | clear |
| Weather | 6 inches of snow on ground |
| Temperature | 10.9 F (-11.7 C) |
| Windchill | 0 F (-18 C) |
| Dew Point | 9.0 F (-12.8 C) |
| Relative Humidity | 91% |
| Pressure (altimeter) | 30.04 in. Hg (1017 hPa) |
| Pressure tendency | 0.00 inches (0.0 hPa) lower than three hours ago |
| ob | KMCI 231153Z 24006KT 7SM CLR M12/M13 A3004 RMK AO2 SLP186 4/006 T11171128 11089 21122 55000 |
So I didn't feel like running. And this is the first workout in a week. I'm finally coming out what I call the two weeks of Excessive Suck. This past week marked writing two papers. The week before that was another paper and about a thousand pages of reading. The two weeks before that were my Not-A-Vacation-Trip-to-Italy.
I realized over the last few days that I've gotten noticeably fatter in the last two weeks. That whole "not working out" thing is getting in the way.
I still have mixed feelings about a new dog in the house, even if she appears to be housetrained. My wife and kids can't know that I'd read through the Day of the Dead entry I'd done in Afghanistan, where my former dog Thor featured, prominently.
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