I jogged and walked about four miles on the River Trail this morning, give or take a bit. I'm not sure. I do know that Bill Brass, Elaine Gimblet, Suzy Phillips, and I jogged three miles in 32:51. We were at times also with Ron Gimblet, Bob McKinney, Yvette Thompson, and Sandy Venable. The jog was pretty easy, but I could feel the fried chicken gizzards and biscuits and gravy from last night trying to work their way up. That's it. I'm done. No more gizzards until after February 2, or perhaps late the night of. You know, assuming the hot dog roller at Chris Vratil's favorite mini-mart is empty.
I swam 1000 yards at the Senior Center this afternoon in 24:35, twenty-two seconds faster than I had previously gone in this swimming comeback. Crazy thing is, it was almost easy. I believe the most plausible explanation for that seeming physiological incongruity is that fat helps inefficient swimmers, and I'm fatter now than I was in September. My 250-yard splits were 6:06, 6:25, 6:07, and 5:58.
This evening I alternated slow four-minute jogs with slow one-minute walks to complete the Orange Street Loop in 38:37. My splits were 12:42, 13:15, and 12:40.
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