Does it matter? No. I know that. It doesn't bother me, much. But I suppose it has to be done. Something has to be said... even if it is just screaming at the wind.
Last night: Tomato soup and grilled cheese sammiches. Yum.
Water and milk to drink (separately, not combined.) A quick 6 minute run at a brisk pace. Don’t know the distance.
This morning: Croissant, eggs, bacon, cheese, no butter. Potatoes.
Tea.
My arms are killing me.
Lunch: TBD.
Dinner: TBD.
I have a long night, so I may eat some garbage for lunch that’ll get me through to around 8:30 or 9:00.
Labels: Not running
posted by El Oso Furioso at
10:25 AM
Hm... I have an X AND a Y chromosome. How much less specific can I get? Not much. I started blogging leading up to my first attempted marathon in 2005 and haven't stopped. Since then the topic of the running blog has strayed around the idea of running and chronicled my journey through training for my second attempted and first completed marathon in 2006. In 2007 I opted to be a dad rather than a marathoner, and now I am typing a profile into blogger. That pretty much catches you up with what you need to be caught up on.
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