A Tale of Two Jogs

The last two nights of jogging could not have been more different. Wednesday night, I dragged my carcass around for an hour. I felt and looked like Mr. Tudball shuffling around the block. I came back, showered, and crashed. I was going to try and keep my daughter company as she was having trouble getting to sleep but was booted out of her room for snoring.

Last night, I cruised around the block with no problem. My legs barely even got sore. Go figure.

My weight took a nose dive this morning, but this is largely due to the fact that I usually skip dinner Thursday night, in favor of chess club. Nonetheless, we reach a new low.

33 down, 67 to go
Weight: 196.5