I’m off and running. (Tipped the scales at new 12-month record. Quite a bingeing week. Proud of yourself Pal? How far are you going to take this up?)
Humid morning, but not overly so for this time of the year. (Yet, you are sweating profusely. Ahhhhh, yes. Thai food last night. Equivalent of 1/8 lb intravenous injection of NaCl. And yes, that accounts for the weight jump. Water retention. Wave of relief – weight gain should be erased by morning. Will just slug back 3 quarts of water today. And Voila – back to sleek, fighting weight.)
Endomondo says that I’m 1/2 mile and 4 minutes ahead of what Garmin is recording. (Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Third run in a row and Endomondo has been wildly encouraging. And wildly wrong. I retract my prior glowing review. Yellow lights are flashing on this app. My trusty Garmin soldiers on.)
Two Miles. Sweat continues to roll. Rub my forehead with my forearm. Taste the Thai food salt now. (For as much as I’m secreting here, or is it excreting, I should bottle it like Worcestershire…)
