Tales from the Hanger
Or “Where I’ve Been”
I guess I never really mentioned it here on the blog, but in case you were wondering where I’d gone off too this past month (“Aiden, you don’t call, you don’t write” “you promised me forever” “he has your eyes” etc), I’d decided a little while ago to take the month of November off from Internet Spaceships.
This post has really nothing to do with Eve, but I thought it’d be fair to explain my MIA status to you all. Instead of murdering, robbing, cheating, swindling, scheming, and rabble-rousing around in New Eden this past month, what have I possibly been doing with my time? Great question; lets begin.
Firstly, almost a year ago, and at least 75% motivated by Roc Wieler, I decided it was time for me to get in shape. I’ve never been a horribly out of shape guy or anything, I’ve just never been anything more than “not in bad shape” which doesn’t exactly equal “being in good shape”. I wanted this for me, I wanted this for my wife (strong motivator being that the woman I married is a former fitness model /smug ), and I wanted this for my general health going forward in life. I started eating healthy and really putting thought into what I ate, and I started running, knocking out a 1/2 marathon in 1 hour and forty-two minutes before deciding that long-distance running was absolutely murder on the old soccer injury to my knee and started hitting the gym more instead. I’ve been aggressively doing StrongLifts and Marine body-weight workouts since this summer, and as of this month, I can say without hesitation that at almost 30 years old, I’m in the most outstanding shape of my life. I feel great, I’m lookin tough, I have a six-pack; smugging like an asshole over here by the way.
Secondly, prompted by a good friend from in-game actually, I spent the month of November participating in National Novel Writing Month, the goal of which is to complete a 50,000 word draft of a novel within the 30 days of the month. Let me just say, that shit is hard. The goal might not be to have a well crafted manuscript, or even a perfect draft, but rather 50k words that you can at least work with and mold into something resembling a first draft. Today’s the last day, and I’m at 47,000 words, and I’m definitely writing this blog post as a means of procrastination. I have absolutely no idea how this thing is going to turn out, as part of the deal is you don’t read or edit your stuff until the month is over, but I’m cautiously optimistic that it isn’t complete garbage.
Oh and lastly, I grew an EPIC beard this past month; its been an awesome November around here.
This self imposed hiatus has really been just that, a self-imposed one, to see what I can get up to when I’m not spending all my free time in Eve, and I have to say, I like the results. Of course, this was just for this month, and with it ending tomorrow, I’m pretty excited to jump back in and check out this Rubicon nonsense (all I’ve seen so far is that log in screen, but DAT LOG IN SCREEN).
This is the part where, if I was Roc or Rixx Javix, I’d have some sort of awesomely bad-ass and motivational sign-off, but alas, I’m coming up short. So, uh, yeah, go and…um, do good; and stuff.