I’m in Paris! Jet lagged, sure… but I’m in Paris!

The flight was good. Even the airline food was reasonably edible. After considering advice from several experienced travelers, I decided to go ahead and buy a pair of noise-cancelling headphones. After using them on the nine-hour flight, I can say that they worked great (and they weren’t even the Bose model!). Definitely money well spent.

Now I’m off to find food. Fortunately, there seem to be an endless supply of restaurants and stores. Mmmm…

Yesterday evening, in preparation for the event, I went for a run. The length wasn’t too long (just a bit over two miles), but it was the first time since my sophomore year of high school that I had run any appreciable distance.

Maybe it’s just the endorphins (or anandamides?) talking, but the run felt rather good. I enjoyed the feelings of energy and euphoria that so often accompanies exercise.

The challenge now is just to stick with it.

In the recent past, I decided that I would make the most of my youth and start doing the things that I’ve always wanted to do. I started playing hockey, I learned to snowboard, and I’m going to Europe (twice!) among other things.

Over the past few weeks, I’ve found it increasingly difficult to motivate myself to do anything. It might be a function of the end of my terms as Associate Educator and MC in Pike, or maybe it’s a classic case of Senioritis. The differential diagnosis is inconclusive.

In any case, I’ve decided to add a twist to my life: I’m going to run a triathlon in May. Challenging? Oh, hell yes. Even more so when you consider my athletic prowess or lack thereof. It’s not a joke — I’m going to give it my best shot. Even if it means stumbling across the finish line. I’m going to do it.

After a two-month hiatus, my photoblog has returned, essentially recreated from scratch.

Yay photos!

This morning, I woke up to the sound of my buzzing alarm clock.

Strange thing, though: I distinctly remember having a dream in which my alarm kept going off and I kept hitting the snooze button. That’s all there was to the dream: me sleeping, waking up, and hitting snooze.

It seemed absolutely real, and indeed, the dream became a memory of reality. This acceptance lasted until I looked at my alarm clock and realized that there was no possible way that I could have been hearing my alarm clock and hitting snooze. I suppose that I could have been hearing Tyler’s alarm clock, but the perceived volume was inconsistent with that scenario. After pondering this for an appropriate period, I scratched my head and got up to greet and face the world.