Dec. 30th, 2010

roadrunnertwice: Rebecca on treadmill. (Text: "She's a ROCKET SCIENTIST from the SOUTH POLE with FIFTY EXES?") (Rocket scientist (Bitter Girl))
Okay, everybody! Meet Masia One (obligatory Twitter). She's a Singaporean/Torontonian MC, to whom you are now required to listen on account of her flows are dope and she has fantastic taste in beats. She sounds | like | this; you're welcome.

That's about all I have to say about that, except that if you feel inclined to keep listening, iTunes has a pair of albums going for the price of either individually for some inexplicable reason, so do jump on that.
roadrunnertwice: Wrecked bicyclist. Dialogue: "I am fucking broken." (Bike - Fucking broken (Never as Bad))
Two days ago, I managed to run on the treadmill for something like a third of a lousy mile before the pain in my injured foot got to be too much and I had to slow to a walk. But forcing the issue like that seems to have actually helped, because I was walking more normally the next day, and today I took it to two thirds of a mile and felt like I could have probably kept going. (I walked the rest of that mile anyway, on account of I'm a little paranoid at the moment.)

—It suddenly occurs to me that I've been boring the shit out of everyone on Twitter about this foot situation but haven't said word one about it over here. The short version is that I lost my routine and got weak, then made some bad decisions about how to get back on while simultaneously making a big change in footwear, and I fucked myself up good. It seems like it's probably reparable, so... yeah.

EDIT: And yes I just edited that title to change the = into a ==.