On Saturday I was strangely organized. I got up and started my laundry, then went back to bed to read the newspaper while the machine churned away. I was done fairly quickly which left me with the rest of the day to do with as I pleased. This brings me to the common problem; I don’t have enough to do to keep me occupied. After I did a bit of book shopping I went back to my suite. I changed into shorts and then went onto the balcony and sunned myself, while reading. It was just that warm.
In the evening I decided to try out my bathtub with the water jets. I took a book with me and soaked in warm water for two and a half hours. The hope was that it would help relax my tight calf.
After dinner I went to New City. I don’t have anything exciting to report about that place. It really is just a bar. I only go to that one because there are people I know there. I don’t care for the music and I don’t drink. But I do get to go out and socialize.
This morning I went on a 30km run. The entire time I was focusing on how my calf felt. It seemed to grow tighter throughout, but not enough for me to stop. I tried changing my stride. Usually my run becomes a long plod, but I tried to be bouncier. I think it helped. I ended strongly.
Monica showed up for the run too. She only did the 16km run, but it’s good to see her getting past her injury. I recapped all the people I had met who knew her.
Then there was the brunch. I went home after with intention of going grocery shopping. I never did get around to it. I was still to full to motivate myself to buy any food. I can probably survive until Tuesday, so I should be okay.
For dinner I had a quarter pounder with cheese. They’re on sale on Sundays. That’s the advantage of running. I can eat anything I want. In fact I should probably eat more. Instead I choose to just eat faster.