So, my first blog of 2010. I don’t usually make New Year’s Resolutions. I think the last one I made a few years ago was to read the paper everyday, since I felt I was seriously unaware of what was happening in the world. That one lasted about two days. Was I supposed to just read the front page while at the store, like I do with tabloid magazines while I wait in line? Or buy a paper each day and read the entertainment section and that would be good enough, or read it from first to last page like a book, in which case that is a pretty big time commitment. So now I know why that resolution didn’t last long enough. I obviously wasn’t very good at the first rule of goal setting- make it specific. So since then I haven’t really done the New Year’s Resolution thing, and this year was no exception. Perhaps I will come up with a good idea later this year, and make it my February or July resolution.
I usually have a few books floating around the house in various states of being read. I often start a book, and if it does not capture me I set it aside, and figure it is just is not the right time. This means that I am sometimes reading, or more like not reading, 2 or 3 books at once. Now the one book I just started that I will probably finish within a day or two is the Andre Agassi book “Open”. Definitely interesting right off the bat, I could barely put it down last night. I must admit I was not always an Agassi fan, but as his career progressed it was hard to not cheer for him. And now I makes me want to rewatch some of his matches. He talks about how tennis is one of the loneliest sports. A tennis player is behind a net, distant from his competitor, distant from the fans, and that might be why often the tennis players talk to themselves. It made me think about triathlons, where one minute you are swimming on top of someone, or inches away from cheering spectators, and the next you are in the middle of nowhere, without another person in sight, wondering if anyone would notice if you just curled up in a ditch and went to sleep. And I am sure most triathletes talk to themselves, or sing to themselves like I do while on the bike sometimes. And the magic race song that I sing in tough moments is….. top secret. But it does include jazz hands.
