I know what you'll say, O Hypothetical Reader: must be the Winter Blues. That is a factor; I cut way back on my running and general outside-being, which is always my favorite state. I holed up and ate a lot of synthesized food-like substances and got a little rounder.
But the downswing started before the weather got bad, and it ended before the first tentative hint of spring. I suspect the proximate cause was finishing the marathon; the training gave me structure and purpose and something to look forward to, and meeting my goal left me aimless. (I wonder how Neil Armstrong felt right after he got back from the Moon...) Then again, I was obsessively following the US election, and that ended a few days after my race. And maybe, just maybe, I've been lonely.
But in the last few weeks I've pulled myself out of my slough and sloughed off my malaise . (I like to preen over my knowledge of our language, but I never knew that "slough", as in swamp, rhymes with "cow"; I thought, like "slough", as in cast off, it rhymed with "tough"... didn't you? Don't think you can avoid answering just because you're hypothetical.)
Anyway, I'm doing much better.
In the last few weeks, I've hashed a bunch of times and had some interesting experiences:
And then he had his nearly waist-length hair chopped off for Locks of Love:
The next day, I hiked the silent hountain near my house...
and hurried back to change clothes and head to Itaewon, where I played a bartender in my friend Lost-a-Lot's indie film...
...and attended Kat's pre-departure house party and ran a bunch of times with my new friend and colleague Dave, who's really very smart even if he only graduated from Cal Berkeley, and... you know, it all runs together. I know I've forgotten some things...
In the last week, I have literally had more social engagements than I did in a full year in Daegu:
Friday: poker with the guys from work
Sunday: Coffee and Korean practice with Qinjie:
Monday: Korean class, then pancake dinner with Kat.
Tuesday: Chinese dinner with Qinjie, Kate, and Ms. Jeon. (See previous post.)
Wednesday: Mexican dinner signaling transition in mismanagement...
Thursday (today): Nothing! So I'm gracing you with my wit and wisdumb.
Friday: Our course counselor Brian's bachelor party. (We are anticipating such decadent activities as bowling and darts.)
Saturday: Kat and Jason's going-away party.
Sunday: Coffee and Korean practice with Qinjie.
Monday: Korean class.
So, as you see, I've been a busy little corndog. Tug is slacking off and not doing the dishes as he should, or the cooking--and he's already got the oven mitts built in! So the place is a mess. But otherwise things are hopping and I am well.
(The following denouement is a bit overly rosy... the best friends I have here [Kat, Jane, Val] are leaving soon and school can be a grind--30 four-page papers to proofread--and the Mets still haven't called to give me a tryout at first base, but still, I love an upbeat ending, so...)
I'm looking for fun and feelin' groovy.
Also dappled and drowsy and ready to sleep. Good night!