It has been too long since my last post.
I have been on the road a lot lately hustling for my day job. I am a staff reporter at the Star. The blog is extracurricular.
I was on Vancouver Island for a week, and otherwise driving all over Ontario. I have been chasing leads for a story, living on Tim Hortons and the McDonald's value menu, and staying in crappy motels. One motel, misleadingly called The Grand, doubled as a sort of halfway house for men that have just been released into the probation phase of their sentence and, apparently, enjoy very loud sex. The room cost $225 for the week - which sort of says it all.
I still should have posted.
I guess I didn't think anyone was still reading.
And there wasn't anything new to report.
But then a reader called and told me to check the blog comments. I see y'all have been posting, at first asking where I was, then showing frustration with my complete lack of contact, then assuming I had stopped going to the gym and was too ashamed to say so.
I am still going to the gym. But, as before, it's been the same old yo-yo.
Small advances followed by annoying setbacks.
I'd go the gym three times a week then hit the road the next week and watch my eyes get puffy with fast food, then return to Toronto to eat Vietnamese and hit the gym every other day, then hit the road again.
When I was in Toronto during the last month, I know I could have, should have posted. But the 8-10 pm time slot I usually use to blog is now taken up by the red hot Blue Jays. I love baseball, and for the first time since 1993 this team is fun to watch again.
I guess there is one thing to report:
I bought a bike - an old-timey roadster. The kind you might associate with Montreal hipsters or a 1950s New Englander with baggy trousers pedaling to the cheese shop.
The effect of which is totally destroyed by the legally required helmet. Some silly, futuristic puff of plastic that looks like the pit of a plum.
Today was my first day biking to work. The bike has only three gears. It wasn't easy. I haven't bicycled since high school, and my crotch paid the price. I limped around the newsroom all day. But now I can say I've added another exercise to my quest for physical respectability.
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