Swam today. 250m w/u, 1200m straight, 250m c/d. Felt pretty good. Funny how mental swimming is. If i have to swim 1,000, then it gets hard after 7 or 800. If i know i have to swim 1,200, i clip off the first 1,000 real easily before i bother getting sluggish. Maybe if i tell myself i'm gonna do 5k, then stop at 2,000, i won't even realize i've done anything. Hmmm.
The Workout calls for a 45min run today also. my conscience calls for chest work. As long as one of them wins out, i'll feel good about it all. In the meantime Steph and Katja are presently down with strep, and the other two are vigorously striving to acquire it. i need to go serve some time at the library. So i sit with a cuppa Peet's as i contemplate my fate, geriatric sexual dysfunction, and lipids' relationship to inflammatory cytokine production. Could be worse: there could be more'n 2 weeks left of this crap.
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Yeesh. Sorry about the sick'uns. I'll be prayin bout the paper there. personally I'd choose fat over old wrinkly weiners. but that's just me.
Hehehe...yeah. i didn't choose geriatric sexual dysfunction (but then who does?). It was foist upon me by my geriatrics prof. That's a class i'm gunna get behind me and ne'er think about again.
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