Person J_VKPI comes over near midnight on Tuesday night to show me his new vehicle and to talk about a few other things. Nopey remembers Person J_VKPI from about a year ago - the last time that Person J_VKPI had visited. We also talk about how old Nopey is and how difficult it is for him to get up once he is laying down. I'm returning to sleep after 1 am on Wednesday morning.
On both Thursday and Friday I get out for morning runs before work. Both days at work are fairly productive. And both afternoons yield the heaviest days lifting weights I have ever had as I finish out the serious September a few days into October. On Friday at work I get two compliments about the size of various body parts when compared with a short time ago. But I am tired so I am in bed just after 9 pm on Friday night.
I sleep an extra hour on Saturday morning and thus I finish up the four mile run and 16 mile Aquarium bicycle ride right near 9 am. I go to my usual stylist for a haircut and as I'm leaving he mentions something about the size of various bodyparts. After doing a few errands and stopping by to see Mom and Dad, I head for home and pull the chainsaw out of the trunk. I attack the dead tree and almost get finished with it before I collapse due to exhaustion. I go down and take about a 45 minute nap before dinner.
I take a shower in order to go clubbing and just before I leave the house I take one more look in the mirror and I say to myself, "This is going to be trouble. You might want put a sweater or something over your shirt in order to cover up the extra size in the shoulders, chest, and arms and slightly reduced (or same) waistsize as a result of the serious September training". But I do not.
I pick up Person J_VKPI who is a bit late because we were mixed up a bit tonight on logistics. The parking attendant, who I gave a keychain from Japan a while ago, lets us in free tonight. And when I step into the club the trouble starts. Without exagerating, almost every head turns as I walk by. Within the first few minutes of being in the club there are introductions made. I make idle chit chat but these are not the offers that I want. The evening continues like this as I talk with strangers who want to be my friend (or more) and I decline offers. But late in the evening, spilling past the usual 2 am departure time, I get good feelings, conversations, and offers with Person J_U and Person N_V. As I sequentially talk with Person J_U and Person N_V, there are other people who keep wandering by as they wait for me to be available. But both Person J_U and Person N_V get my telephone numbers. Person J_U is a track and field coach and maybe he can give me some pointers. But I feel something extra special with Person N_V and as he half-serious, half-joking asks me to come over to his apartment, I find myself accepting the invitation. It turns out that Person N_V lives within a few blocks of Person J_VKPI and Person A_I (who is an acquaintance who has caught a ride from us before). And I'm wondering if I know every non-Korean who lives in K-Town? So I end up at Person N_V's apartment after 3:30 am and we spend time talking and stuff before falling asleep.
I'm awake near 8:30 am on Sunday and I wait until Person N_V is coherent enough to be called awake. Person N_V is very nice and I continue to feel something for him since I first saw his smile and spoke with him.
Sunday afternoon I get in a reasonable session with the weights, watch the motorcycle race from Motegi Japan, and play a 6pm ice hockey game. There is only a momentary flashback to the fatal day at Suzuka Japan earlier this year when I can still see the site of the course marshalls carrying the lifeless 110 lbs lump of Dajiro Kato off the track. We win the ice hcokey game, 8-4, though the game was closer than the score indicates. It was not my best game by far, but my mind was elsewhere.