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November 2013 Personal Report

“From the outside everyone must be wondering why we try.”Jessie Ware, Wildest Moments

November of two thousand thirteen felt like the first month of the year when all things in my life were on point.

Work has been great and I can’t wait to show you what we’re coming up with.

I made time for friends and family throughout the month and felt invigorated by their energy and love and warmth whether at Thanksoween, my sister’s house warming, dinner with Team Toney at our house, or now, with the In-Laws in Greensboro.

I said yes to just about every invite which presented me with Jessie Ware live, Miguel Atwood-Ferguson and J.Rocc, The Book of Jezebel reading and signing event, The Hunger Games: Catching Fire, and a tour of the Grand Central Market.

I took care of me. I finally visited the doctor for the pain in my right leg that had kept me from working out for most of the previous six weeks. I took my medicine, followed the instructions, and am back to the gym in force and running at length. And, if you follow me on fitbit, ignore this past week. It’s too damn cold here for steps.

Our house is a home and not a sty. This is a big deal and very uncommon. Trust.

Others can be the judge of this but I know I made the effort to be more present, more accessible, and more concerned with keeping my commitments.

November is a time for gratitude. I’m grateful for whatever stars aligned to make it such a positive one for me in what has been a year of incredible ups and downs.

Thanks.

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The Quantified Jason

“Tell me the truth am I losing you for good?”Solange, Losing You

I didn’t go to the gym yesterday. I bargained with myself around 9pm at the moment when I was either going to put on my tennis shoes or curl up on the couch with Wolverine. I argued that my tooth hurt and that it was too late and I could just double up on Friday. Ultimately, though, this was the winning argument: it wouldn’t count.

My fitbit ultra had been dying for much of the last month and finally kicked the bucket on Wednesday in the middle of my workout. I had already bought a flex to replace it but it came missing the wireless dongle over the weekend so I was now in this un-trackable abyss. While I mostly held to the habits I’ve developed while using the device, I took the elevator for the first time in months at work. Without regularly checking my steps, I found fewer reasons to get up and move. And I didn’t workout yesterday because I wouldn’t get the sense of accomplishment I get every time I see I’ve hit my goal and leapfrogged my friends and knew that my good marks for the day would go on my permanent record.

I’m a sucker for the quantified self (a topic of which my friend, lynne, is very fond). Scrobbling music to last.fm is the biggest reason why I listen to just about everything digitally. I check into foursquare and getglue for the same reasons. I want the data. I want the history and insights. I want the real.

If some cloud service has no record of it did it really happen?

I’m joking. Sort of.

My fitbit wireless dongle arrived today, though. 

And I’m about to lace up my gym shoes and go workout.

Because it counts.

Bonus: My favorite workout tracks of the last 12 months (semi-regularly updated)