One of my favorite things about working out is getting sore and feeling sore the next day, except that that also reminds me that I’m out of shape. On the other hand, if I don’t feel sore, I feel like I didn’t work out hard enough. It’s the worst catch 22 ever.
I have still not read “Catch-22.” It should be next on my list. I know approximately five people who declare it is their favorite book.
One of my favorite things about writing a blog post is seeing the little “12-hour hit monitor” go skyrocketing in the first hour after I post. It makes me feel important and loved and funny. On the other hand, about six hours later, I stop getting more than three or four hits in any given hour and then I feel sad, like I’m just a flash in the pan.
According to “The Phrase Finder,” the phrase ‘a flash in the pan,’ may derive from the California gold rush. It means either something that is disappointing in that it builds expectations and fails to meet them or something that occurs once and quickly (depending on whether you trust the free online dictionary or the Phrase Finder). More likely than California, the phrase probably originates from Flintlock muskets, which apparently sometimes flashed (lit up the gun powder) without actually firing a bullet. All very interesting but entirely unrelated to blog posting, from what I can tell.
Somehow, I’m talking about all of this because my arms and abs are aching. Awesome.