I had to get back on the wagon and write a blog post. My brother seemed a little down and here is my pick-him-up response. Salt is bad for you and I hate drinking water. It always tastes like the container it came from. I think my FitBit tried to kill me. As I worked through one of those workweek challenges, I was forced to compete against others for the most steps. Every night I went to bed #1 and every morning I woke up about 6,000 steps behind. I blame the time difference. I was competing with people from Minnesota. Getting smart, I stayed up late and threw down 20,000 steps in a day. My calves were screaming. I ran two miles and walked another two miles later that day out on beautiful Fort Ord, California. As I went by the vernal pools, I remember having to tell my mother what a vernal pool was when she visited. Then I had to show her. They can only be called beautiful. Kind of like hanging near a deserted portion of the Mississippi River up in Minnesota. The ducks were abundant. I just got over a week of being sick and all that walking wore me out. I went to see the doctor when I was sick. He told me I had a temp of nearly 100 degrees. When asked how long I had been running a fever, I laughed. I told himthat I wasn't sure as I thought I was just having hot flashes. I wonder if he thought that was as funny as I though it was. OR it was my fevered brain that made me think I was funny. I was sent home with instruction to 'drink more water'. Guess that's a family trait.
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