Had a checkup yesterday: resting pulse 60, blood pressure 120/60. So pretty good. (I warned you about this.)
On the other hand...
I went out for a run in the dark of early morning. Put on my reflective vest, my red blinking rear light (I actually wear it snugged around my neck over my Buff), my headlamp, bundled up and took off. Safety first. Nobody’s going to fail to see me chugging along that long dark stretch of Washington Avenue. Good easy shuffle. Come home, pull off the lights, unzip my jacket ... and discover my reflective vest beneath.
Thursday’s score: Body 1, Brain 0.
“But Mommy, I thought they were on the same team.”
“Hush, hush, sweetheart. He’s a very old man.”
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I used to pound the roads in the first few days of my LEJOG, when the light had gone, wearing my very smart ensmeble of Patagonia trousers, Scarpa Nepal boots and Paramo jacket - all in a very co-ordinated black, with a black and grey rucksack.
I bought a stealth bright green fluorescent jacket after that.
Your luminescent personality wasn't enough, Alan?
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