Four miles. Yep. I did it. And I’m very proud of myself, though that was the minimum job I used to do a long time ago (A LONG TIME AGO) when I was on the high school track team. But I’m in my forties now, so I take what little victories I can get. It did it in under 80 minutes and I plan to work on the time. “Exactly what you said you wouldn’t do,” Vicky made sure to remind me.
“What are you talking about?”
“You said you wouldn’t increase your speed and now you’re doing that.”
“Just a little bit,” I whined. Let’s face it. I’m a speed demon! Even at 4.6 mph, most of the jog is spent walking uphill (15% grade). If I could bump it to 4.7 or 4.8….
So, I spent a great deal of time last time on the sofa… you know, because I couldn’t MOVE! Vicky got the mail and said something like, “You’ll want to be sitting down for this.” Ha ha.
First, she handed me a letter from my doc. It was my blood test results, which turned out far more positive than either my doc or my wife seemed to think. My cholesterol was only a little high and my blood sugar was only a little dangerously maximized. So there – good news, everyone! I’m hoping that jogging, and keeping it up, will help turn that around – really fuck it up! No, wait – lower it! When I see the doc next week, maybe my blood pressure will even have lowered a little.
Then, she handed me the second letter.
There’s a second letter? I’m lucky to get two letters each month (with the exception of rejection letters that shower on our heads like God’s farts). What was this? Ah! It was my letter of acceptance to Cal State Fullerton. It looks like I really am going to be attending college this fall. Soon, I’ll need to register for classes… forget what I said about my blood pressure…
School’s coming awfully fast, too. The first day of class is August 18th! Yikes! Looks like I had better get to finishing this book. Daughter of a One-Armed Man is now one-third complete, having reached 33,000 words yesterday. From here, it’s looking like a mother-fucking sprint. We’ll see…