I'll clear my lungs of the junk that sticks to the walls like rubber cement. It's always nice to cough unexpectedly and see a stalactite hanging off someplace. Maybe another week, maybe two, who knows. It's also nice to see no one commenting on the D&C blog, which leads me to believe that either the whole town is technologically illiterate, just doesn't care, a combination of both, or something else. Since the D&C holds the stats, I have no ideas on pageviews or hits or anything. Maybe today I'll add another post. On a brighter side, tomorrow should hit 60 degrees.
Monday, March 24, 2008
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Not that anyone gives a flying fuck, but I blew through 4 miles on the treadmill in just under an hour, meaning my average speed was faster than 4 miles an hour (let me do the math for you). I am currently stuck at a plateau, but that should change soon, since it usually does. There is not so much pain after a workout anymore, although there is always some, but soon I should be able to get on the bike and burn quite a bit of calories. In case you were wondering.
Friday, March 7, 2008
Some sort of stomach virus is in its final throes right now, and it's not pretty where I am. Yesterday was worse, and despite being on the verge of puking, I still managed to drag my fat ass to the gym and blow off 3 miles on the treadmill. Today I will be again dragging myself there, with only Saturday, a rest day, a day off, to look forward to. I still have to finish painting the kitchen, which is about 70% done, but will probably drag into next week. At least it's getting a bit warmer around here, and geese are commuting all over the place.
Thursday, March 6, 2008
Still debating whether or not to deep 6 this, but in the meantime, I figured I'd write something. The D&C blog continues, although I have no idea if anyone is reading it, since the hit counter statistics belong to them. No one seems to be commenting, so either no one is reading it, or they are reading it and don't want to comment, or my writing sucks, or a delicious combination of all three. Who knows.