It actually might have been just past 10 p.m. before I was to bed last evening, my cellphone alarm set for 2 a.m. to get me up for my five-mile walk. And this time it would be a walk ─ no stints of jogging. The reason for this is because I have recognized the beginnings of inflammation in what I suppose is the tibialis anterior muscle of my left leg.
What I really understand is that this region initially becomes oddly sensitive, such that when not in use, the entire length feels overexercised. It does not hurt; rather, it simply has a stressed sensation, perhaps much like one might feel after doing scores of calf-raises, or else jumping about on the balls (or 'toes') of one's feet for an extended time.
This ongoing sensitivity will result ─ after some extended and hard walking ─ in a tendency to lose the ability to rise up on the front part of the foot when walking, the consequence of which is a tendency to have to walk flat-footed with that foot.
This is of course most annoying; for a walker, it seems akin to having developed a 'flat' in an automobile analogy.
Ultimately, the inflammation will indeed become painful if allowed to progress. Consequently, I decided to dispense with any stretches of jogging, nor even any hard walking. I will adopt a more leisurely pace for the time being.
I was awake before my alarm sounded, and I actually checked the time at 1:57 a.m., so it was then that I rose. Even so, it was 2:18 a.m. before my walk was begun with a fully clothed weight of something like 201 pounds. My eldest stepson was still up, so I did my best to sneak away unnoticed.
The sky was overcast, but all was dry. And when early into my walk I stopped at an elementary school playground for six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, I managed the usual three repetitions in the first set, and two in the other five sets. I exercised bare-handed.
I only had two experiences worth mentioning during my north Surrey walk.
One was after I had crossed 140th Street and was walking 100th Avenue towards 148th Street, at approximately what might be 14150 of 100th Avenue (Google Map), some chap came struggling out of the Green Timbers Park Urban Forest just ahead of me. There are no buildings anywhere along the 'lower' side of 100th Avenue from 140th to 148th Streets as you look at that Google Map.
He seemed to have a locomotion problem, but was genial enough. I cannot imagine anyone travelling in the forest without a flashlight, for the trails meander a lot and are not anything like level.
I asked him if he was not concerned of coyotes (two nights earlier I was close by where a pack of them began yipping and howling ─ there had to have been four as a minimum, but more were definitely possible); he only said that he had actually seen one earlier that night.
Anyway, the fellow was bound for 140th Street, so we were headed in opposite directions.
My only other experience of note was more or less meeting with a raccoon that seemed to be coming out of the Surrey Tax Centre's two-tiered parking structure as I was cutting through that property (Google Map). It stopped and looked at me ─ we were maybe 15 feet from one another ─ as I was about to walk past the mouth of that entrance, and then it boldly began walking forward, apparently not particularly concerned of me.
I looked back after I had passed along for some distance, and it was just going about its business unmindful of me.
It was 4:15 a.m. by the time I was back outside the locked front door of home, so even without any jogging I was gone a little under two hours.
I was back in bed maybe an hour later.
When I later checked the time, I very much surprised myself to discover that it was something after 9:50 a.m. ─ this was unusually long for me to have been abed without feeling the need for a time check.
My brother was to have to pick up his girlfriend Bev at 10 a.m. to drive her to work, so I expected that by this time he had finished reading the Saturday morning edition of the Vancouver Sun that I subscribe to and was likely already on his way.
To my even greater surprise, I opened my bedroom door to find that his was still closed ─ he had not even risen as yet.
I expect that he must have heard me going downstairs, for he soon emerged, and had to phone Bev to alert her that he had somehow slept in and was just then readying to leave. By this time, it was already after 10 a.m.
After he was back, we were to watch two videos on T.V. via our Android TV Box. I led us off with a 20-minute August 18 (2022) addition to Rumble's The Why Files channel: Solving The Most Mysterious Children in History.
THREE STORIES: The Most Mysterious Children in History
In 12th century England, two children were found lost in a forest. They spoke only gibberish, wore strange clothing and had bright green skin. When the children finally learned to speak English, they described where they were from. And that's why, after almost 1,000 years, people still talk about The Green Children of Woolpit.
In 1828, a teenage boy was shuffling through a public square in Nuremburg. He seemed confused and disoriented. He had trouble walking and speaking. When police finally approached him, he was holding an envelope containing two letters. And those letters sparked the mystery of Kaspar Hauser.
In April 1922, in Brittany, France, 2-year-old Pauline Picard went missing. A massive search turned up nothing. The family was losing hope.
A month later, Pauline was found wandering around a village over 200 miles away. Though her parents were overjoyed to have her back, they soon realized something wasn't quite right with their daughter.
These are three unsolved cases of the most mysterious children in history.
Curious.
The second video was just over 1¼ hours long (1:16:49), and had been uploaded to BitChute's Mercola channel two days ago: A New Vision for Health Care - Interview with Dr. Paul Marik.
Before the COVID pandemic, Dr. Paul Marik became well-known for his development of a highly effective sepsis protocol using intravenous vitamin C, which resulted in a dramatic reduction in mortality rates. Then, in 2020, he cofounded the Frontline COVID Critical Care (FLCCC) group and subsequently published one of the most comprehensive and effective protocols for treating COVID-19.
Before the COVID pandemic, Dr. Paul Marik became well-known for his development of a highly effective sepsis protocol using intravenous vitamin C, which resulted in a dramatic reduction in mortality rates.
In 2020, he cofounded the Frontline COVID Critical Care (FLCCC) group and subsequently published one of the most comprehensive and effective protocols for treating COVID-19, called MATH+.
While COVID mortality in Marik’s ICU was half that of his peers, the hospital banned the protocol from being used
Marik sued to get MATH+ reinstated, at which point he was put through a sham peer review. The hospital levied fabricated charges against him and his hospital privileges were immediately suspended.
Marik was also reported to the National Practitioner Data Bank, which makes it near-impossible to get a medical license again in any state. This effectively ended his clinical career. However, Marik is taking a new route. Having discovered the falsehoods that conventional medicine has been built upon, he’s now researching and developing health protocols using lifestyle modification, diet and repurposed drugs.
This one probably ran to approximately 12:40 p.m. My brother sought further bed rest a little before its conclusion; and I was after a nap once it was finished.
By this time it had begun lightly raining, and was to continue to rain the day.
I heard my brother emerge from his bedroom, and fairly soon thereafter leave for the day to socialize. I am undergoing a Sabbath fast that will not see me indulge in aught but water until 9 p.m., by which time I expect it to be sufficiently dark. That will give me something in excess of 25 hours without calories nor even caffeine ─ and I have a slight headache for the lack of the latter.
It also makes me inclined to be spending time in bed, but I am trying to resist doing that.
Now further on my severe right thumb's main joint pain that has me considering abandoning blogging for a month or so until I can heal, the keyboard pounding is affecting those and joints in both of my hands ─ I cannot seem to resist getting carried away with the intensity of my typing.
The problem is that I type a lot, and I want it over with so that I can move on to other projects ─ I am struggling with that right now.
Perhaps I had best just stop here for today.
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