It's only slacking if there's work to do

So I'm at work and I'm bored. Nothing to do. I have one packet one my desk which is on hold until I get an approval on the copyright price ($53.08--eeek). But that's what happens when you reprint 160 pages of McGraw-Hill schtuff.

I finished Seabiscuit last night and was impressed. For a wildly-popular, made-int0-a-movie, best-selling, adored-by-millions type of book, it held up quite well under my expectations. In fact, I was inspired as a runner. Seabiscuit didn't look the part of a winner, and perhaps he had no real talent, but the book's thesis is that he had heart. His heart could probably pump more blood than other horses, but I also think he had heart. You know. It made me want to run like that. (Well, not like that. I don't think I'll be doing any 1:36 miles.)

Speaking of running, I did my first hard workout in a long while yesterday. I ran down to the IU track, but some pesky high school trackers were there. Doing various things. Pretty organized. Multiple lanes. I decided not to get in the way. Instead I ran loops around the swamp; I've got an approximate 800-meter course there. The fact that two thirds of it is uphill only makes it more HARDCORE. Right. Anyways, it was sluggish at 3:30, 3:31, 3:37, and 3:29, but it was a good start and the last one was fastest. I even did strides.