I don’t suppose all the John Hughes movies were from my high school days, though it really seems like it to me. They were from when I was in college, hating life, thinking that even though high school sucked, it might have been better than the hell I went through at M.I.T. In any case, the movies were from when I was young, the future looked bright, and a midlife crisis wasn’t even imaginable. Look at me now, a midlife crisis is something I’m scheduling for next Tuesday. Thank you Mr. Hughes for reminding me of my youth.

Speaking of aging, we did “Helen” at the gym today. Run 2 laps, 21 24kg kettlebell swings, and 12 pullups. It was fairly awful. I did it in 10:05 after sucking at a push press, dropping 145lbs. I’m never getting over 135lbs for the push press, am I? I could blame the time, which really isn’t so bad, on things like the fumes in the house — we just got icynene insulation sprayed in — but it’s probably my best “Helen” time so far. Not bad for an old man.

The only other excitement today was buying new tires at Les Schwab. Any more exciting and I’m going to need one my friends in the medical field to make sure I still have a pulse.