Yeah, so, part of me wonders of the wisdom of posting my shower photos. It certainly entertains me at this moment, but, well, I wonder if 20 years on I'll regret the decision to post them. Sometimes I regret the decision of my college yearbook photo: it makes me laugh, it's a good picture, and they put it in the yearbook without censoring (it was even mocked by some of the the next year's seniors), but it probably says more, albeit incorrectly, about me than I'd like it to.

Or at least shows more than perhaps I in my "adult years" would like it to.

The shower photos don't show anything you wouldn't see in a picture of me in a bathing suit. Less than, actually.

Yet, perhaps in a decade when I do decide I want to run for office, or have am vying for a large contract as the lead of some company/group, someone will google for my name, find those pictures and be somewhat scandalized by them, prudes that I imagine them to be.

I know of a lot of things I didn't do in high school or college or whenever, partly because I was scared of the unknown ten-years-down-the-road consequences of my actions. "What if this comes back to bite me?" I'd think.

Now, I care a lot less.

I'm not going to run for City Council, Mayor, Governor, Senator, President. It isn't going to happen any time that I can forsee. I've finally recognized just how much of those roles I don't like, despise in some cases, and realize that, though the potential for bringing rationality into a perceived chaotic mess that current leaders have created, is great, the day-to-day minutae would drive me nuts.

That, and dealing with pompous, uneducated idiots who are determined to out-gump the next opponent, all while they are succumbing to early-onset dementia, just isn't my cup of tea.

If I change my mind in later years, decide that the best way to make a difference is to enter politics (every fiber in my body that experienced any of my science and engineering training resisting such a thought), I'd rather people know who I am through my own words and actions than discover them later in some retarded not-really-but-we-say-it-is scandal engineered by some minion of some moronic, power-thirsty opponent of mine. Look! She posted pictures showing skin on her personal website! The scandal!

Yeah, whatever. This is who I am.

And the pictures are awesome.

A note to me in ten years: this is who you were. Trying to deny it is like trying to reject a part of you: it's not going to work, so accept yourself instead. People change over the years. You did, too. Just remember: you did have a lot of fun during these times. Hugs!

One's death isn't something often realized in the day-to-day living of most people. Sure, they can comprehend the vague notion that one day this will be gone, but I'm not sure how many people actively think about it, think, oh, crap, my days are numbered.

Crap.

Oh, yeah. Mom arrived to day to visit me for a number of days. I'm so happy she's here.

Okay, people, the next spelling and grammar lesson of the day. Today's lesson is with homonyms, or each of two words having the same pronunciation but different meanings, origins or spellings.

With that said, rain, rein and reign are all different words, with different meanings and, hence, different usages:

rain = water falling from the sky
rein = a strap used with horses
reign = the length of time a leader rules

Saying, "turn over the reigns" makes no sense.

Katie came into work today, back from a vacation. She, Keith and Alex were gone for three weeks or so, back on the East Coast. One of the topics of conversation that came up was relationships and parenthood.

After a while, I asked, "Who else is married and not pregnant or a mother?" I asked about our group of friends, our immediate and slightly wider circle.

Both Doyle and Katie paused for a few moments to consider the question.

"Just you," was the answer.

Part of me became quite sad with this realization.

I went to Velocity Sports this morning without Kris. He's taking the week off, so, if I was going to go, I was going to go by myself. So, off I went by myself, and, what do you know? This morning at VS, I did 210 pushups. Sure, I did 210 situps, too, but I'm more amazed at the 210 pushups.

The workout was a progression of pushups and situps such that the total number of the two done in each round was 21.

So, the first round was 20 pushups and 1 situp. The second round was 19 pushups and two situps. The third round was 18 pushups and three situps. The rounds continued until 1 pushup and 20 situps.

So, yeah, pushups. Can you say, "Not my forte?" Because I can. Bryanne warned us that at the end, we'd be wishing for more pushups and fewer situps. More pushups? Not likely.

Around round 6 or 7 I did figure out that I needed to rotate the position of my hands to change which muscles are used for the pushups. The first five or six rounds I did with the my hands in the normal, straight position and exhausted the chest muscles associated with that position. I noticed on some sets Bryanne rotated her hands in, others she rotated her hands out. When I duplicated this rotation, I was able to continue much stronger than I expected to be able to continue.

I'm thrilled to say, I was able to do the last five rounds with full pushups, not the wimpy from-the-knees pushups I had been doing in the previous rounds. Sure, it was only 15 from the feet, but that's 15 more than I expected to be able to do.

Especially having done 195 before those 15.

And Bryanne was right. At the end, I was wishing for more pushups and fewer situps.