johnpalmer

Two flatbreads (if they called them "crackers" they couldn't charge so much...), plus some blueberries, didn't appreciably assist with performance. I feel the same way I did yesterday after 30 minutes at 5.1mph. On the other hand, I don't feel *worse*, and it was the second day in a row of trying this.

Let's face it... if I ever could have been Batman, that time is long past.

I might be mildly sick. I have some very minor incipient cold symptoms. If so, that would account for some drop off in performance (I really thought that 30 minutes at 5.1mph would be *easy* - I did 30 minutes at 5.3 earlier). Sickness would also account for elevated blood sugar (not, you know, *high*, just "oh, wow, what did I eat? Uh... nothing that would make it that high after exercising. Maybe I'm sick).

But rather than sickness, it could also be that I'm a 45 year old man who's 50 pounds over the weight he was at 18, who's never-ever-gonna-be-Batman. This isn't a bad thing, but it is one of those bits of wistfulness. Hey, at least I'm not thinking of buying a fancy sports car.

(On the other hand, I do kind of envy the guys who would - what do I love so much that I'd be consciously stupid about it? That's why I call myself chronically depressed - I honestly don't know what I love that much, other than, you know, the basics - truth, justice, compassion, all that crap. I'm down with loving those things, but I'd also like to love something *else* enough to want to do something stupid or wasteful about 'em. Hell, I'd love to love truth, justice, compassion, and all that crap enough to *want* something about them.)