Well, this morning’s regular workout was replaced by a review of my progress. I hate progress reports! Really, I bust my derriere so I can feel better, and I do. Then I get the news that I’ve put on just about 5 more pounds! Keriminee. But the good news is 3 of those were muscle (according to the BMI thingy). So all is not too bad. Plus I was eating restaurant food for ten solid days, which will screw up any good workout regimen. I can do double the pushups that I could in the beginning, about 12% more situps & about 7% more in squats PLUS I can walk for bloody ever (provided there are no nubile wenches wandering about to distract & kill me). Naw, overall I am just very pleased to be feeling better. Next will come the weight along with wind. Me & my lungs are not friends – never have been. I’m one of those people that go to beat hell for a hundred meters, you’d be hard pressed to keep up with me. But after that my oxygen levels can’t keep up with the usage & I go down like a hooker at Grey Cup. Ah well, onward & upward.