Thrice! Thrice! Thrice around the Sportscentrum!

Huzzah! A new long of 1:03:34! I did take an extra day in between, but have gone out three times this week. I'll have to see if I can keep it up since I'm decamping to another location in Pretoria tomorrow, for one last week.

I also took some pictures with the tune-o-matic, which I'll post LATER.

And finally, a long all-Ween playlist
Exactly Where I'm At -From the album White Pepper
Take Me Away -From the album Chocolate and Cheese
Don't Laugh (I Love You) -From the album God Ween Satan: The Oneness
Mutilated Lips -From the album The Mollusk
Transdermal Celebration -From the album Quebec
Pretty Girl -From the album 12 Golden Country Greats
Pork Roll Egg and Cheese -From the album The Pod
Roses Are Free -From the album Chocolate and Cheese
Chocolate Town -From the album Quebec
Nan -From the album God Ween Satan: The Oneness
Buckingham Green -From the album The Mollusk
The Stallion Part 3. -From the album Pure Guava
Push Th' Little Daisies -From the album Pure Guava
Even If You Don't -From the album White Pepper
You Were The Fool -From the album 12 Golden Country Greats

Morning again, mixed

Managed to get up and go again this morning. It's getting easier and more necessary, as the sun comes up earlier and earlier, and we've been having afternoon showers almost every day for a week or more. It actually feels good to come into work, all jogged up and all.

The Playlist
Who's Gonna Save My Soul -Gnarls Barkley
Dashboard -Modest Mouse
Flashlight -Parliament
Fat Bottomed Girls -Queen
Bang A Gong (Get It On) -T.Rex
Wow and Flutter -Stereolab
Time out 38:04

An all Beck Monday

This morning, I did what really motivated and unslothlike people do. I got out of bed and went for a run. I usually don't, because I'm afraid I'm going to hurt myself and don't want to trash my plans for the day. I felt like a total wonk, as I crafted a note to cover the day's agenda while listening to the tune-O-matic. I opted to go for an all Beck playlist. To whit:
Beercan -from the album Mellow Gold
Girl -from the album Guero
Strange Apparition -from the album The Information
Jackass -from the album Odelay
Milk & Honey -from the album Midnite Vultures
Bottle of Blues -from the album Mutations. This song and Tropicalia are probably the only songs fast enough for jogging.
Gamma Ray -from the album Modern Guilt

I hit all the main albums except Sea Change. Kind of dark for a sunny South African morning. It's getting hot in here (I saw Beck cover that song at a concert in San Jose)
Time out: 34:08

Success in the war on sloth

Another double loop. Yay me. The weather and work have not been cooperating, though the days are getting longer.
Another bonus for today was making the double loop in 48:22, which usually has taken me over 55 minutes when I've counted. I tried to keep on pace with the music which may have helped. I lengthened my strides on the slower songs.

Playlist
Hey Ya! -Outkast
Mabala -Yahoo. From Afro Rock Vol. 1.
Chicken Strut -The Meters
Dirty Water -The Standells. In honor of Dustin Pedroia winning AL MVP.
Fight Test -The Flaming Lips
Nappy Dugout -Funkadelic
Sock It To 'Em, JB -The Specials
Backwater -Meat Puppets
Manteca -Dizzy Gillespie
Wasted Words -The Allman Brothers Band
Got To Give It Up -Marvin Gaye
Sheena Is A Punk Rocker -The Ramones

The Sermon (to myself)

Fray-ends, I am here today, to bear witness to the perils of one of the seven deadly sins. A subject which few of you, and few there are, will be amazed or astonished when I reveal that of which I bespeak. For it is that very sin which I myself have railed against for so many blog postings.
It is perhaps the most difficult of the seven deadly sins to resist, because all you have to do to commit this sin is...
Nothing. Let's face it: greed, lust, envy, vanity, you have to at least think to commit them. Even gluttony requires effort and means. Rage burns calories! But the one that remains, is certainly the most insidious of all because it's commission is by almost complete omission.
SLOTH.
Yeah, brothers and sisters. I am here today to tell you of the terrible dangers of sloth and indigence, and how the wages of sin were compounded upon me today.
I've been trying to keep my feet on the path, friends. One foot in front of the other, pace after pace, mile after mile, every other day so help me.
But I've been slipping. I told myself I would return to the path yesterday morning after I awoke. And lo, I did not. I told myself I would go last evening, but a mighty storm blew over me and told me that the time was not right, that I should go in the next morning.
And as it was Saturday, and I did not have to arise at an early hour, I did lay in my bed. I told myself I should arise and go forth! And I did not. I said "Get yon lazy duff off of thy comfy bed and begone, and with thee take the demon Sloth with you!" And I did not. I even told myself, "You have failed. The jogging experiment is over and sloth has WON". Albeit briefly.
Until the sun was high in the sky, and my sloth began to doze off and I leapt from the bed and threw off the covers (not in that order) and donned my raiment of jogging! My tune-o-matic did sparkle in the sunshine as I bade it to record the time of cardiovascular acceleration!
And I thought "Where are my jogging brethren and sistren?" and I thought "It's not really all that hot. And there are plenty of shady spots along the path". But lo these shady spots are the shady spots of the rising and setting sun! Not of the Noontide! And there was little shade for my weary frame. And lo I did probably get a little sunburned.
But did I falter? NO! Did I relent? NO! Did I wish I had stayed in that cozy bed all day long? uh... I mean NO NO and NO, friends! And I did perservere! And complete the loop! And did slake my thirst with cool water with orange slices in it! And I did cleanse myself of the honest sweat that I should have sweated yesterday or earlier this morning!
Can I get an AMEN?

And now, the selection of hymns from the Tune-O-Matic Hymnal, an all African mix. Only a few songs, but these songs are long.
Cantique -Kanda Bongo Man
Heavy Heavy Heavy -Geraldo Pino
Qhude Manikiniki -Umahlathini Nabo
Thul'ulalele -Amaswazi Emvelo
Okuzua -Orchestra Lissanga
Time out: 34:32. Here endeth the lesson.

Nasty creature, the sloth...

The last blog entry did shame me into going out and jogging again, but since then I've only been out twice. I think if it weren't for the blog, I might have quit by now.
Last night I went out for a single loop, which was only the second time this week. I'm going for three times a week, ideally every other day. So if I go again tomorrow I'll be back on track.
Let's see, what did I listen to? It was pretty random, if I recall. I wanted to have an all Outkast playlist, but the tune-o-matic is Outkast poor.

Marie Jose -Ryco Jazz
I'm A Mindless Idiot -Meat Puppets
Mess Around -Professor Longhair
Bowtie -Outkast

Don't think I can remember the rest right now. I'll try and get out tomorrow morning. For real...
And I did get more salad fixin's
I ran for 36:42

Oh no! The sloth!

I have been out twice since the last post. Another double lap around the loop at the sportscentrum, and a shorter one. But I've been off for another 4 days just because of being busy, weather, hanging with friends, and other excuses. And my diet has also been not so good, as I haven't been 'round the shops to get my full complement of salad fixings and other good stuff. So I need to motivate before the sloth really sets in. I was going to go this morning, but it was raining cats and dogs. Lots of excuses... I just need to get off my duff and run.