This morning I judged science projects at Friendswood High School. It was pretty fun, and I was impressed with a few of the students and the amount of actual science they did–far more than I did when I was in high school! But now I’m somehow exhausted. I’m already aching to go home.
I had a decent run last night, 5.8 miles at about 10:40 pace. I am really horrible at judging my pace, and never really figure out how fast I was going until I’m totally done and can mentally do the math. I came home, showered, cooked myself a lovely dinner, and watched tv all night. I have become such a lazy bones when I’m at home.
This whole city is going Super Bowl crazy. All the local news stations are broadcasting from in front of the stadium, and there are all these commercials on tv telling everyone to “Smile Houston! Company’s coming!” It’s sort of freaking me out. I know it’s a big event, and I know that it’s bring 100,000 people to town or whatever, but do I really need to hear about how local hotels are upset because they were expecting more business? And how people thought they were going to be able to rent out their homes for thousands of dollars, but now they can’t and don’t understand why? Sheesh.
I had a very weird night last night. I’m probably exhausted today because I just didn’t sleep well. I woke up at least four or five times during the night, for reasons unknown. It was just one of those tossy-turny nights. I also had weird dreams. I’ve been awake too long today already to remember what they were about, but I remember having them. Strange.
I feel so out of it today.
Holy crap. We got an announcement about our Yuri’s Night race in JSC today (an email that goes out to everyone at the center) this morning, and I just checked the counter on my race webpage. 267 people have visited it today! Wahoo! Only 1 new person has actually signed up for the race, but I know it’s only a matter of time. Hurrah!
Hee hee. The Houston-bashing has begun by the Super Bowl media, and I find it hilarious. One of the funniest:
Still, I can’t shake something. When we landed in Houston on Saturday my buddy Sal asked an interesting question.
“Do you think anyone has ever spent nine straight days in Houston without actually living there?”
He was serious.
And I couldn’t answer him.
Becca and I were laughing over another article from the San Jose paper where he said Houston was about the worst place on earth, when Becca said “it could be worse, it could be summer.” Oh, how right she is.
