I got my swagger back this morning. I had to cause last night I got some weight back. Me and TLO continued to celebrate our 11th anniversary by going out to dinner at BOA Steakhouse in Santa Monica last night. There was little chance that I was going to go to a place with Steakhouse in the name again and not get a steak. I got a bone in filet and almost felt guilty for smashing the s**t out of it. I said almost. It was that good. We got back late and there was no chance that I was gonna work out. I went to sleep last night knowing that as soon as I got up I needed to hit the road. And I'm glad I did. I went for nearly 10 miles this morning, jogging for the first mile and a half. I'm just looking to improve each time out. It won't always be the case, but so be it. I walked to the South Bay Galleria from the house and back. That was the plan and I stuck to it. I have a sense of accomplishment, but it diminishes slightly as I think about the old man that passed me by at 190th and Hawthorne and then shrank out of sight as I could not keep pace with him. Huh? F*** you. I'm sure he's been running for a while. I may get there some day too. A**hole. Speaking of getting somewhere some day, I wanted to get to 225 by my birthday. Now technically I've already been there, but now I'm hoping I can get back in the next 4 days. If I don't, I could give a f***. I have a couple left over. Now if I could find a way to save some of this swag.
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