Scratch Again

• date: 04/27/05
• time: evening
• weather: 63 ºF, humid, mostly cloudy, wind W at 9 mph
• mileage: today-3.1, week-7.1, year-139.1
• resting (bpm): 62
• after workout (bpm): 119
• weight: +28

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Physical fitness declines faster than it improves. I started out at a very easy pace. I call it woggling, somewhere between walking and jogging. The weather was warmer than I had anticipated. I was wearing a short sleeve tee, a long sleeve tee, sweatshirt and sweatpants. I passed a neighbor at work in his yard.

“Hey guy,” he said not quite recalling my name in time for his salutation.

“Hey Glen.”

Duh, my neighbor’s name is Jean not Glenn. My memory matched his. I continued on for another mile or so. The sun came out. I warmed as did the temperature. Boy that was dumb calling him Glenn.

“one shirt

two shirt.

all that’s left was

brown shirt.”

Yeah, I often make up songs and sing to myself when I’m running. I would’ve stripped my sweatpants too, but it would have left me in my boxers. The neighborhood isn’t ready for that. Okay, now it’s really hot and I’m carrying around the clothing I took off. Of course, it didn’t occur to me to jog home and leave my clothes on the porch. I continued. Halfway through the Duck Loop, a 10k out-and-back that runs along a bicycle path where I once witnessed avian love, I’d had enough. I slowed to a walk. My thermostat slowly began to drop. Good. But now I was starting to feel my right calf grab. Not so good.

“Come on Meat, get moving! Pain is just weakness leaving the body. Move Meat move. Pain is just weakness leaving the body. Move. Pain is just weakness leaving the body …”

No dice. I walked home. Where are all the good railings when you need them?

“A salt tab, a salt tab. My kingdom for a salt tab.”