Moderation?

I always hear that moderation is key and while I understand the logic, I struggle to abide by the mantra. That might be because I cannot recall anything I accomplished via moderation. Maybe it’s just the way I’m wired. I like extremes. I gravitate towards the most aggressive music and am more likely to praise an album if it has a high production value. I never cared for the “garage band” sound. Nicolas Cage is the apotheosis of acting for me. Go big or go home.

I think it’s the same with how I exercise, which is probably what gave me the name “Manimal” in my college days. I never argued that was a good thing. It’s somewhat masochistic, and I know it’s not a “key to longevity.” I tell myself I’ll dial things back but have yet to actually do it. Maybe this will be the year. After the Boston marathon, that is.

I did buy a new bike, a Cannondale Synapse 2, which I’m stoked to try out. I believe my road riding days are mostly over. Drivers scare me. I’ll stick to greenways and trails when possible. I liked the Synapse as a “do it all” bike that can handle most Missouri paths. Also, it’s lavender, and spring is near.

I want to lay off the running a little after this next marathon and enjoy more leisurely cycling. I spent much of 2024 rehabbing from overuse injuries and although I’m feeling fresh now, I’d rather not repeat the same mistake. I’d rather read books than devote another year to physical therapy. Famous last words…

My initial takes on some recent films:

Companion=Excellent

The Monkey=Mildly amusing

Heart Eyes = Brilliant opener, routine otherwise