Another long day at the gym. Now I'm up to 500 calories burned per workout, mostly on the cardio machines. And my running is up to three 90-second 7mph "sprints" on the treadmill. It's a hell of a long way from where I used to be, but a little closer than I was last week. Sometimes I can't help but get a little pissed at this situation--I mean, Damn! August 3rd was my DAY OFF. I wasn't even supposed to be at work. But I had two court cases schedule and parking was horrible at court, so I took one of the damned motorcycles. After all, it was a nice day and I only needed to be down there for a couple of hours. I was supposed to leave on vacation the next morning and my bags were already packed and setting by the door.
And to this day I don't even know the name of the bitch who hit me and changed everything. I suppose it's in the accident report that I never bothered to get a copy of but she's never even tried to contact me to apologize or find out if I was ok. I sure think about her often enough though, usually cursing her after a hard gym day like I had today.
Ah well. At least I've got this knucklehead backing me up.
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