Man, Eleanor’s got me jogging.
We’ve gone three times this week so far – down to Forsyth Park, around once, and then back. It’s probably a little over two miles. We’re doing this at around six in the morning, which isn’t as extreme as it sounds, considering I’m waking up at around six in the evening these days. A quick shower, and then it’s dinnertime (turkey sandwich on multigrain bread, with cucumber, lettuce, and provolone cheese.)
Like some sort of crazy yuppie. I guess I’m getting my life on some sort of track, anyway.