The future sound of .... uncle seth?

After hearing about it repeatedly on my new favourite podcast Managing The Grey, I beamed into the virtual U-Turn cafe tonight to catch the Uncle Seth concert.

Rolled in with a few songs to go - and found no one in sight. CC messaged me and let me know the show was downstairs. Damn. Attendance was decent - for a saturday nightt - everyone having a good time. The girl next to me had fluorescent pink skin and no hair. Halfway through the show, I changed into a new pair of pants.

A virtual concert in Second Life - this is either the geekiest thing ever, or the future sound of a lot of cool things.


Then Mr K showed up, and we had a dance-a-thon. Don't believe me? I have pictures

One more setback

Compared to an appendix, this is nothing. Maybe thats why its so frustrating.

Went out for a few really good runs between the last post and this - really felt like progress was being made. The rust was flaking off slowly, not to the point where I would say I was polished - rather, I was entering a state of decreased tarnish. Just over a week ago, I out for a slow, easy run - but, the November night felt far too warm for its Novemberness. I blame the night, the weather, the global warming - for that night misrepresented itself as a summer evening. My legs reverted to summer mode, my lungs followed suit. As I pushed through the three mile mark, I caught up with another runner - made some small talk - ended up doing 3 miles together. Being a cross country runner, our 6:30 mile pace was easy for him. Being out of shape, the 6:30 felt like hell for me. Being a tough guy (read: idiot), I kept up. No sweat.

At work the next day, I felt good about myself. After all, I had just run 7 miles - way ahead of any sort of schedule I could have dreamed up in my head. And the pace! The pace was back to those ethereal nights of August, when I logged carefree mile after carefree mile.....

What was that sensation in my calf... muscle tightness... certainly nothing to be alarmed about...

I was prudent, and cautious, and skipped that day's run. I was saving up energy, and dreaming of a short run Saturday, and the first long run in months would take place on Sunday afternoon.

Saturday came, and after a day of getting some work done - I couldn't wait any longer. I laced up, and rushed out to search for that fleeting feeling of just two nights earlier. Within one block, I had it. Within 2 blocks, the feeling decided to redefine its fleetingness.

What was that sensation in my calf.... pain... soleus pain... certainly something to walk about.....

So thats where we stand now. A strained soleus. Haven't run in a week. Dying to run, and breathe the cold air.

Patience is virtue, glasshoppa.