Exercise.

Nearly everyone is told they should be doing it, fewer actually do it, and even fewer enjoy doing it. Before tonight, I did not mind it, but I would not go so far as to say that I liked it. That has all changed; I officially do not like it.

It started out as many evenings do. I came home after work with a laundry list of things to do: laundry. (har har) Actually, it went more like this: Laundry (for real this time), write a simple two paged paper, write a program design document for an operating systems assignment, read about 100 pages of a textbook, write some blogs posts (I'm doing that now, woot), get my server back up and running, play some icesus, and that's just the things I thought I should do tonight, not to mention stuff carried over from previous days.

Based on experience, I know that I have to exercise first thing in the evening, or it simply does not happen. I get carried away on other things and it never happens. (for the record, my less than optimal diet would do much more harm than its currently doing if I did not exercise) So, I went to play some basketball as I do many evenings. I had not been on the court for more than three minutes when, all of the sudden, I landed wrong and nearly broke my ankle! Luckily, I did not break my ankle; however, I sprained it so badly that I'm about as mobile as I would be if it really were broken. After relaxing a bit, the pain really hit me and it became immensely hard to concentrate. I accomplished a mere three blog posts, and that is it. Hopefully I will be able to walk tomorrow; I will know in the morning.

In retrospect, I wish I could have been able to focus more and get some things done. However, that is in the past and all I can do is learn from the experience.