Sleeeeeepy

Wow, this workout thing is starting to catch up with me I think. As soon as 9:30 rolls around I turn into a droopy-lidded brain-sucked tree sloth without enough energy to hold onto the tree, not able to think of much else aside from sinking into my pillow. Where's the invigoration?

This morning I went on my first "Captain's Run." I was late, so I had to scurry to catch up with folks; thankfully, I chose the correct direction to run on Canada road. Before the run, I figured that Canada was rolling and hilly, but nicely graded so it shouldn't present much of a challenge. Well, the dirt path that runs alongside the road? Not so friendly in its grade. And after 30 minutes I was cooked, and the remaining 30 minutes was not so fun. Maybe it was the lack of breakfast, or maybe I've somehow trained myself that 30 minutes is the maximum allowable running time. Either way, major adjustments are necessary.

And now my right calf is complaining and making me waddle like a duck more than I usually do, and this minor curse is piled on top of a lifetime of comments regarding the generally ducklikeness of my walk. Why can't I have a nice purposeful stride like, say, all those astronauts in The Right Stuff? And a strong chin like Atticus Finch while we're at it.

Weekly Sunday total: 3500 yards of swim, 123 miles of bike, and about 9 miles of run. Spazzy legs are still an issue, unfortunately. Also, thanks to those many people who have promised donations. Move out of meta! And thanks tons to those of y'all who have already donated generously.