Things have not gone so well since the last post. Specifically, my jankle1 kept me from running my weekly 5k tonight. In addition to this, I benchmarked the crunch portion of the USMCPFT and found that I do not meet the minimum requirements. In some ways this is bad: I am out of shape and old. In some ways this is good: there is no where to go but up. It's all about optimism, folks.
Instead of the run tonight, I drank a giant beer and followed it up with a dram or so of fine single malt scotch. I also watched an episode of Scrubs.
The ten-pound weight with which I'm training my tiny arms to achieve a pull-up is looking in my direction disappointedly.
1. jankle - portmanteau for janky ankle; for the layman, a fucked up ankle.
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