Who's Da Man?
Aug. 9th, 2005 09:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sinanjuI'm Da Man!
After tracking my progress on the Couch Potato to 5K program for a couple of months, I let the final weeks slip by unremarked. I did, in fact, complete the program and continued running for 30 minutes three times a week.
...more or less. What with getting some of my exercise by mowing the lawn (a couple of times a week at the height of summer) with the reel mower, and the heat wave of the last couple of weeks, and spending a weekend painting and helping friends move this last weekend, I have to confess to letting the running program slide a bit. I've only averaged two runs week, and sometimes ran out of gas somewhere between halfway and three-quarters of the way through it. I didn't stop at that point, but I did do a little walking before resuming my jog. SLACKER!
But tonight I went out and by God did the whole 30 minute run without slacking off. In fact, I was moving a little faster than usual, to judge by my time at the various waypoints I use. It was good for the old ego to manage it after slacking off.
It also blew the cobwebs out of my brain. My job has gotten a lot more challenging the last three or four months. That's not bad, but I'm much more likely to leave work at the end of the day feeling like the kid in the Far Side cartoon with his hand up asking the teacher, "May I be excused? My brain is full!" Today I spent a lot of time putting of fires of one sort or another, and when I wasn't doing that I was wrestling with the new database software. It's vastly superior to what we used previously, but it's new.
Which means that I don't grok it in fullness like I did the old software, kludgy though it was. I'll master it eventually, but for now I often fumble my way thru projects that ought to be (and will be, once I've gotten the hang of the new software) quick and easy. Alas, we're moving into the busiest time of the year, and time and tides and campaign schedules wait for no man. So I wrestled with the software intermittently thru the day, trying to bend it to my will. Alas, my Kung Fu was weak and hte software mocked me by refusing to do what I demanded, though I'll be damned if I can figure out why.
It didn't help, of course, that the security settings we got saddled with in the final conversion from the old software to the new were, to quote Bill & Ted, totally bogus. Our IT director has been wrestling with it, but so far I keep running into security roadblocks. Some are just annoying. Some are serious impediments to doing my job. They'll all get ironed out eventually. But right now they're just adding insult to injury--I figure out what I need to do and then find that the system won't let me do it.
All of which is a long-winded way of saying that I came home with a mild headache and that stuffy head feeling of having exercised my brain all day. But from the moment I started changing clothes to run until I huffed and puffed my way to a halt, I didn't think about work and wasn't aware of that "my brain is full" feeling for an instant. A change is as good as a rest, they say. And sometimes it's true.
Which is pretty much what I expected. Once I'd cooled down and cleaned up, I was able to sit down and eat dinner with my sweetie and generally enjoy my evening.
After tracking my progress on the Couch Potato to 5K program for a couple of months, I let the final weeks slip by unremarked. I did, in fact, complete the program and continued running for 30 minutes three times a week.
...more or less. What with getting some of my exercise by mowing the lawn (a couple of times a week at the height of summer) with the reel mower, and the heat wave of the last couple of weeks, and spending a weekend painting and helping friends move this last weekend, I have to confess to letting the running program slide a bit. I've only averaged two runs week, and sometimes ran out of gas somewhere between halfway and three-quarters of the way through it. I didn't stop at that point, but I did do a little walking before resuming my jog. SLACKER!
But tonight I went out and by God did the whole 30 minute run without slacking off. In fact, I was moving a little faster than usual, to judge by my time at the various waypoints I use. It was good for the old ego to manage it after slacking off.
It also blew the cobwebs out of my brain. My job has gotten a lot more challenging the last three or four months. That's not bad, but I'm much more likely to leave work at the end of the day feeling like the kid in the Far Side cartoon with his hand up asking the teacher, "May I be excused? My brain is full!" Today I spent a lot of time putting of fires of one sort or another, and when I wasn't doing that I was wrestling with the new database software. It's vastly superior to what we used previously, but it's new.
Which means that I don't grok it in fullness like I did the old software, kludgy though it was. I'll master it eventually, but for now I often fumble my way thru projects that ought to be (and will be, once I've gotten the hang of the new software) quick and easy. Alas, we're moving into the busiest time of the year, and time and tides and campaign schedules wait for no man. So I wrestled with the software intermittently thru the day, trying to bend it to my will. Alas, my Kung Fu was weak and hte software mocked me by refusing to do what I demanded, though I'll be damned if I can figure out why.
It didn't help, of course, that the security settings we got saddled with in the final conversion from the old software to the new were, to quote Bill & Ted, totally bogus. Our IT director has been wrestling with it, but so far I keep running into security roadblocks. Some are just annoying. Some are serious impediments to doing my job. They'll all get ironed out eventually. But right now they're just adding insult to injury--I figure out what I need to do and then find that the system won't let me do it.
All of which is a long-winded way of saying that I came home with a mild headache and that stuffy head feeling of having exercised my brain all day. But from the moment I started changing clothes to run until I huffed and puffed my way to a halt, I didn't think about work and wasn't aware of that "my brain is full" feeling for an instant. A change is as good as a rest, they say. And sometimes it's true.
Which is pretty much what I expected. Once I'd cooled down and cleaned up, I was able to sit down and eat dinner with my sweetie and generally enjoy my evening.
