AM: 8 miles. Woke up tired with a raw stomach, rain and lightning. I checked my email and saw that my boss was advising us to work at home due to area flooding. My mood improved instantly, and I loped through a pleasant run on the treadmill.
I've been on an 80s retro trip lately (thanks Mike...I think), particularly in terms of music and games. When I get obsessed with something I tend to beat it to death, only then can I move on. I hit that point sometime last week, but I'm still bludgeoning the horse. No coincidence that my illness came on as I was burning through Peter Hook's memoir for Joy Division.
On the other hand, I've managed to avoid downloading any emulators thus far- I know where that path leads. Since the original Nintendo came out when I was in 9th grade or so, I was naturally a fan. I think I liked PC games even better though. One of my favorites was Bard's Tale, a prototypical role-playing game where you directed a party of warriors, magicians, etc. through mazes gaining weapons and experience points. The combat system was text-based, and there was a lot of combat, which ultimately meant you were spending a lot of time just grinding out stats and slowly mapping the contours of large mazes. For whatever reason, I found that much more appealing than FPS and games that required tight coordination and reflexes.
Perhaps I'm just drawing parallels because the brain seems programmed to do that, but from where I'm standing now as a distance runner I can see the similarities.
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