Reserved, Do till death

Yesterday I bought our tickets to Florida Supercon, an event we skipped last year.  Two years ago we went to two cons and it was a bit crazy.  For both of them Cindy invested incredible amounts of time and effort making elaborate costumes for the events.  When we went to the shows people appreciated the effort as we were constantly being asked to have our picture taken, which was cool, at first.  After awhile you realize that you get to see very little and with my costume at least, it was very uncomfortable due to heat.

With Cindy being wrapped up in new grandma glow she doesn’t have the time or energy to worry about making special costumes this year which won’t be the end of the world.  We plan to make it an out and back day trip, leaving early in the morning for Miami in the Tesla and then driving back across the state that evening after a super charging session.  Doing it this way alleviates the need for trying to find a reliable chicken sitter, something that we desperately could use.

After work today I plan to make another trip to the track to attempt another running session.  As described in the blog, last week I felt absolutely awful both during and after the run however the hope is each time I go back it gets just a little bit easier.  I know it’s an odd thing that I keep subjecting myself to an activity that I don’t particularly enjoy that makes me feel like shit.  The only draw is the sense of accomplishment when completing this arduous task, something I don’t want give up on.  So many people as they age just accept the path of least resistance.  I want to keep doing the hard thing because that is what forges your intestinal fortitude.