Day Thirty-Five:
Woke up very sore. Probably would have completely malingered if it
weren't for the fact that I have to post my morning proof-of-undeath
photo.
1.01 miles in 17:22 at an average heart rate of 129bpm.
Books. Bikes. Boomsticks.
“I only regret that I have but one face to palm for my country.”