Writer's Block Redux

Morning weigh-in: 169#, 10.5% BF

 

I got home yesterday and all the clocks were blinking, meaning that the power must have gone out at one point, and that made me worry about my pot roast: I suspected everything from slight undercooking to food poisoning. All was well (after yoga, which wasn't until later anyway), dinner was delicious and I am still alive. I washed it all down with another one of those Long Trail imperial stouts. A good hearty winter meal -- winter seems fairly over, but so what?

 

Tonight is an outdoor run, followed by an alterna-workout at the gym.