priceless

Running Shoes: $200

Chronometer: $40

Dumbells: $50

Motivation to get back into shape: Priceless

oh, and let's not leave out Concert Tickets: $125

yes, I finally went and did it, or done it, to use a vernacular... I broke down a bought running shoes... two pair, mind you, though still at $75 and $125 respectively, more expensive than the $10 and $20 sneakers I've been buying and wearing for the past ten years or so... and a new chronometer and dumbbells... maybe that's the motivation I've been needing... and maybe not... I'll ponder it further behind the candoor...

and that was today... driving out to pick up Dreamer (Precious's best friend) at her job at Target and buying blank CDs with the rain checks we got the last time we were there and then driving over to Park Ave CDs to pick up tickets for two concerts and then driving out to the House of Blues to pick up tickets to three concerts (I think that makes seven or eight concerts now... they would be listed in the latest myspace blog entry if you're interested (and will probably be in an entry here sooner or later as it does pertain to what I do in RealTime™) and then dropping the girls off at Dreamer's car at the Target so they could go pick up Spock (Precious's double-ex boyfriend) who agreed to accompany them to dinner and clothes shopping...

as I started for home I called Rasputin who was in the waiting queue at Longhorn so I met him there for dinner and then we went to Sports Authority where I bought the running shoes and then we went to WalMart for the dumbbells and chronometer (and we saw an elliptical lifecycle for $250 that I almost bought and still might, but I question the durability of one at that price when at Sports Authority they are more like $750) and a few other things and then home and here we are...

could be that the secret weapon in my chess match with my psyche is the music... see (don't tell my lazy subconscious), money is not any real motivator for me... I can avoid and laugh off any logic or authority or concerned urging... but put me in a physical situation in a social environment and I feel the body I am in much more and I become much more physically aware of the space I fill and the level of comfort (or discomfort) I feel in this body and a crowded concert is precisely the sort of situation that wakes me up physically...

anyway, as I said, this entry is expanded behind the candoor where, as Con Ed used to say, dig we must...

and I dig you J