Gads, my journal has become so boring! I never feel like I have anything to say anymore. I still enjoy keeping it, and still enjoy sharing my weird little existence with the rest of humanity, but sometimes I'm hard put to write down anything that might be of interest to anyone. My life has settled into a very comfortable routine; nothing really exciting or interesting happens much. And I'm not really complaining; I'm generally pretty happy lately. I have a terrific house, and awesome dog, and very cool parents.

Well...

Well, there is one semi-possibly-interesting thing that I might be getting into. Thing is, I'm not really ready to tell the world at large about it just yet. It could conceivably be life-changing, or I might find out that it's not what I'm wanting/looking for at all.

There are only a handful of people to whom I've spoken about this venture. I think maybe only 4 or 5 of them read this journal and will have a clue what I'm (not) talking about. Most of the responses have been positive and supportive, ranging from "How Cool!" to "You'd be really good at that," though there were one or two who were silent for a moment and then said, "Ummm... Why?"

I know, I know. I'm being horrible cryptic and mysterious. But what I've decided to do is to keep a separate, private-for-now journal detailing the events and experiences in this venture. And then, when I know for sure whether or not it's going to work out, or when I'm more comfortable with more people knowing, I'll go back and post it as an "extra" to this journal.

Ah well, apologies for the mystery. But I do promise to let y'all know eventually what's going on.

I made some fitness goals last month that I wanted to accomplish by the end of the century. (Doesn't that sound intimidating? "End of the Century!" Weird that the End of the Century is only a few months away.)

Anyway, I'd decided that by the end of the year I wanted to be able to run four miles relatively easily, do five pullups, do fifty pushups (not girly-pushups either), and a hundred situps (without stopping.) Like I said, my goal was the end of this year, however, I went running this morning, and even though I only went one mile, I was pleased with how easy it was, especially considering that I haven't been running in about two months. So now I'm going to push a bit more and see if I can meet those goals by July instead. Ten years ago I could do all of that. I'm only 32 now, so I really can't blame old age on my inability to do it all now.

I think the pullups are going to be the hardest for me to do. Back when I was able to do five pullups, I weighed about 30 pounds less. I'm actually pretty comfortable with my weight/figure right now, so these fitness goals don't really have a weight-loss goal associated with them, however, I'm probably going to end up dropping some weight, and if I do it will make the pullup portion of the goals more doable.

And the fitness goals will go well with the above-not-mentioned venture.

Heh. I should make that the next contest. "Guess what Diana's up to now!" Except that it's most likely going to be a few months before anything pans out, so maybe I'll run that contest later on. Heh.