the approach

i think the iron in my blood is precipitating out of the mixture. my legs feel heavy and tired.

i went to the school this afternoon to get some exercise. i did my 20 on the stepper, then i played "tennis" (I stink), then a few games of badminton, then a game of ping pong, did some weights, and Pepe invited me to run laps around the school with him. which i did. then a few more games of badminton.

i think i overdid it.

Pepe is an older gentleman, probably in his late 50s. but he runs marathons. and he's pretty in shape. he doesn't ever seem to get tired or injured. it's hard to explain to him why i, not even 30, can't necessarily keep up with him. or to explain things like strained ankles, fatigue, and so on. it must be wonderful to be in such good shape. or else he's a dirty liar.

wingman is back. i guiltily admit that i was hoping for a freak blizzard. please remember that i don't dislike him personally, he just takes up too much space.