After work, I hit the gym. Meanwhile, the football team was hard at practice:
You see that view from the old fieldhouse, between the locker room and the pool.
You know, you think you’re doing something and then you realize: those guys were out there before you started, and they’re still out there when you’re done. But, hey, I swam 2,000 yards and ran two miles.
At the pool there’s a coach. He’s not my coach. He wouldn’t take me on as a client if I asked, I’m sure. I told him about my race and my slow recovery. Something like 10 days later and I’m still complaining about it. He wasn’t particularly surprised. More carbs, he said. Meanwhile, I’ve decided if I don’t feel better this week I’m just going to will myself into feeling better.
But, hey, I did get a two mile jog in, so there’s that.
At Publix, ’tis the season:
A friend told me about making French toast with sweet rolls. He says it can change your world view. Now I can’t see these things without thinking about it.
One day, we’ll give it a shot.
