I keep my AP log laconic and close to the chest by choice and due to the exigencies of my schedule and my non-linear thought streams throughout the day.
But, I did wax nostalgic in the dankness of the gym this morning: I really miss going to the gym with the guys from BofA. That 1999-2002 stretch was a great period for the physique and pleasing to the psyche. I also really miss the days, many moons ago, lined up in the attic of the boathouse with the crew, pulling successions of pieces on the erg, looking to the left and right to gut out a couple seconds per 500m on the nearby competition, or to be the first to get off the equipment after a 6K or 10K piece. To me, athletics, or at least the athletics I care about depends upon competition. It doesn't have to be absolute competition, and it can be inherently friendly or subtle--such as when lifting with ALu or JCV or Fansteyn or whateven--but it is so motivating. Just lifting 20 pounds more, 5 reps more, 10 dips? I don't have the intrinsic drive to do that for the intrinsic gain. Why should I care if my arm grows an extra .5 inch around? It is nice to earn the respect of peers, however.
I also miss having Vadim at TNT.
The funny thing (actually it makes sense) is that I feel totally different about golf--there I need no external references to benchmark myself. In fact, I don't even need real holes--I am content to just hit loads of balls in the quest for the perfectly shaped shot. With golf I just haven't had the recent occasion to play with anyone who really appreciates the game in a long time. ALu was the last.