35 minutes on the stationary bike at the gym yesterday, followed by some arm weights. How in the world I gained 2 pounds since last week is beyond me. I ran 12 &$#@* miles, and I’ve been eating reasonably well. Not to mention my bike ride to the Quarter on Sunday, and running around at the fundraiser. But I suppose I must mention the Krispy Kreme donuts after the run, not to mention the oyster poboy at lunch (in the Quarter) on Sunday. But still! Puh-leeze! Okay, okay, that’s it. No more KK. Even after my long runs. Despite what Chris and I agreed on. Hmmph. And if I do get a real job (please call me, Kinko’s!) I’m going to join Weight Watchers. For real, not just the half-assed job I’ve been doing with Terry.

Did I mention Col. Joe? He’s an older man, big in the Marines. I met him on Friday night at the pub, and we got to talking, and he was really excited about me doing the Marine Corps Marathon. He used to be a big runner too, and did MCM back in ’81 or something. Yesterday he presented me with a Marine Corps t-shirt and shorts to train in! What a nice, nice man. And he also asked if I’d need help with my plane ticket or hotel, but it’s already taken care of with TNT. But goodness, what an offer! The pub is an amazing place.