After a hardcore workout (ok not really, not at all), I have settled in for a quick blog after an amazingly clean feeling hot hot shower. I hit the upper pectorals with 4 sets of 20 repetitions with 75lb dumbbells (my current bench until the holiday is over, as I just can’t be bothered to go all the way to the campus gym for my regular weight sets), and some lat work with pulldowns and upright rows. There was a wonderfully lazy snowfall this morning, the sidewalks have been cleared and I am about to head out some man gossip (yes I called it that) and then dinner later. An exciting evening planned! The next few days should see some more catchup and I’m feeling like the holiday is rounding up quite nicely. That and I still don’t have anything for my parents or sister yet present wise. I am also looking at the phone. I don’t think I have been this excited about phone calls before! I like phone calls. Hmm. I sound like I am in high school. Also I need to get my protein shake. I always forget about that.
I was reading an article in Monitor on Psychology about …you know there were some good articles in there, but the one thing that stood out to me last night was an interview with Dr. Frederic R. Wickert, a 70 year (!) member of the American Psychological Association since 1938. His accomplishments were varied and quite noteworthy, including stints during World War II with developing and administering tests to classify cadets as pilots, bombardiers or navigators (it would be interesting to see how they divided these up, and even more so if there was a psychological difference even with gunner position, such as sitting in the belly vs. tail turret of say, a B-17 Flying Fortress). Another interesting yet tragic story he held was training 83 law school graduates for work in South Vietnam from 1955-1957, and later learning that 77 of these members were assassinated within a year of starting their posts. Perhaps though, the one thing I found most interesting was that of his late wife, Dorothy of 52 years who had passed away 15 years ago (this was the September issue of Monitor on Psychology), whom he had met during graduate school at the University of Chicago. How frail is life! Despite all that he has undergone, life can be taken away. I know I am being highly negative in perspective, and surely there is much more to the story than what I am taking away, but I can’t help but think about what it is that I am doing right now. Is it worth it? I feel like it is, despite all the trouble and angst, but at the same time, an objective point of view seems to argue quite oppositely. In fact, most perspectives I have gained in the last two weeks seem to go against my current direction. For the first time (ok not really, that was just for dramatic effect), I am going against logic. Not just going against it. Ignoring it. Its going to hit hard later, I know, but right now, its worth it.