Mrs ERJ and I are traveling this weekend.
In prior years we would join my siblings in Ludington the weekend before Memorial Day. That did not happen the last two years.
We seem to be in a lull in the Covid craziness and my youngest sister called an audible.
And. Here. We. Are.
I am turning in early.
I started my antidepressant this week. My personal flavor of Seasonal Affective Disorder seems to bite as the days get shorter. September-through-December 31. I believe that is atypical as most SAD people get hammered Nov-through-March.
The antidepressant messes with my hunger and thirst reflex. It doesn't hurt me to miss a few meals but I need to remember to drink through the day.
Another thing that happened this past week is that I had my treadmill stress test. The technician stopped it at ten minutes telling me that they had enough data for what the doctor ordered.
I wish I could say I could have lasted another five minutes but I would be lying.
I went for a run a couple days after the stress test and went up-tempo on the speed. My distance has been OK but the speed suggested that I needed a calendar rather than a stop-watch. The up-tempo got me well below 13 minutes/mile (see, I told you I was slow) but I am paying the price.
Achy muscles are the feeling of weakness leaving your body. I would dearly love to get down to 10 minutes/mile but things are going to be what they are going to be.
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