On average, a dozen people read this blog. Unless I post something on social media, between ten and twenty people read each individual post. That's enough to assume they are all bots. No offense to those one or two of you who may be human.
You may have noticed I have had nothing to say for about a week. That is because my mother was in the hospital, I won't go into details, she's fine now, really. Fine and at home, which is good.
But I have never wanted to run a marathon less than I want to run Chicago on Sunday. I haven't had nor taken the opportunity to train properly. My long runs have been painful, and I'm not better prepared now than I was three weeks ago.
Distance: 4 miles
Route: Forest Hill Loop
Climate: cool. nice.
Mood: all right
That, and I am depressed. Unfocused. Stressed out.
There is good news. I had an allergy test yesterday, and I am not allergic to seafood. I am allergic to the histamines that can develop in seafood that has been sitting around for a few days, so. Maybe no more raw seafood, no more sushi.
Tomorrow I meet with a new doctor, which I hope is a fruitful relationship. I need a physical. I am concerned about my sugar intake. Yesterday I wrote a play about it.
The weather in Chicago this week should be ideal. Dry, cool. Fifty degrees. I will be prepared for that.
That's it. That's all I got.
What's That Lyric?
Meccanik Dancing (Oh We Go!) - XTC