Twice a week I go to the Givat Ram campus of the Hebrew University. The Mt. Scopus campus is the one with the humanities faculties, the Givat Ram, located next to Gan Sachr and all the government buildings, is the one with all the technical faculties. Bus #24 can be hopped on Emek Rafaim, that really nice street with all the stuff to do in my area. The bus's route takes me through some of the richest areas of Jerusalem, including Talbiyeh, which is where all the top politicians have homes. After getting out of Talbiyeh the bus turns into the government/park area. There's a Greek Orthodox church there, and then you have a massive park, fairly wild, that's basically a massive hill with the top being rather flat. On top of this hill are all the buildings of the various ministries, as well as the Supreme Court and the Knesset. So I get the tour, then the bus pull into Givat Ram, which is on the same hill, but higher up. Off the bus, I enter the campus. Guard, bag searched, of course. A little walk on the campus, which is beautiful by the way, and I am in the stadium. The Givat Ram stadium is proper, Olympic-size with a great track, with a green field in the middle with that really well-maintained, professional grass for athletics. Aside from two weekly runs in the streets, I've started to go to Givat Ram to do some measured track running. There are lots of serious runners there, but always a bunch of slackers like me. There also some girls there that are on the track team who put me to shame. Most of the real athletes there are Ruskies. If it wasn't for the aliyah from the former USSR, Israeli sport would still be useless. But now it is on quite a high level, competing internationally and doing really well, randomly, in Judo. The other sports aren't quite winning medals yet, but they've come a long way. Division I level is already present, it's just a matter of political will to take the top athletes to the next level. It really depends on the money at this point.

On the way back today, I bought some Yotvata Choko - chocolate milk, and some quality bread to go with my tub of hummus. I practically drown myself in hummus at least twice a day. Since it needs to be eaten with bread, this is probably why I am not sporting a six-pack yet. A little will power would help, but if you fall in love with hummus, it's difficult to go on a break. I can explain to the hummus that I need a some time off, that I need to check out some other foods. After all, if I really love the hummus, I'll come back running back eventually. But the hummus is just so smooth and creamy... it'll pretend like it's listening, but then it'll just seduce me into scooping up a large glob, and the taste will overpower all my senses. I'll have to summon more than just simple human courage to push the hummus away.

On a religious note, I am breaking Shabbat right now by typing about 20 minutes after sunset. So I have to go.