💀☠💀☠💀☠ Please Help Me, I'm Falling ...

This business of getting to bed early enough in the evening to allow me anywhere from four to 4½ hours in bed before my cellphone alarm chimes at 1:45 a.m. to get me up to ready for a five-mile walk seems to be rather futile ─ I say that because I am too often awake well before my alarm sounds.

Last night I checked the time at 1:30 a.m. and decided to just get up ─ I had already checked the time around 15 minutes earlier. And it is not as if I get to sleep quickly after going to bed!

This sucks.

And despite rising so early, somehow it was still 2:20 a.m. before I was outside the locked front door and on my way ─ how bloody much time do I need to ready myself?

I now forget if I weighed myself fully clothed ─ sans jacket ─ before or after the walk, but I registered at something like 193 or 194 pounds. So that was the load I had to handle early into my walk when I stopped at an elementary school playground to tackle six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups.

I managed four pull-ups in the first set, then a set of two; next were two sets of two chin-ups apiece; and I finished with two sets of two pull-ups apiece performed between two bars. The gymnastics-style rings were again disabled by delinquents who had wrapped the chains around the very high support bar making them far beyond my reach to untangle.

I held the final pull-up ─ which required considerable kicking and heaving to reach full elevation ─ for a gruelling 10-count.

The night sky was cloud-free, and it was fairly cool out.

I had forgotten to bring a tin of sardines in case I encountered the black cat I wrote about yesterday, but we did not coincide. Even so, I did see what appeared to be a cat well ahead of me walking in the same direction along 100th Avenue in the same area where I have now three times met the black cat since early this year; but in the gloom, last night's cat did not appear to me to have been black. And it turned off from the sidewalk and disappeared into the undergrowth of the Green Timbers Urban Forest ─ so possibly it was not even a cat (I believe it was, though).

I cannot recall anything else worth mentioning about the walk, and I was back outside the locked front door of home by 4:17 a.m. despite losing a few minutes at the Jim Pattison Outpatient Care and Surgery Centre (Google Map) where I finally made a check to see if I could pass by the building on its forested side ─ I could not.

Oh, I guess I could have bushwhacked through the dark brush and woods; but the area immediately beside the building was fenced off with a locked metal gate.

Now I know ─ I had long wondered.

I must close this post. I weakly took a break that I never should have, and now I must live it down.

I expect that I will be having to get up at 1:45 a.m. for what would then be my seventh consecutive day of five-mile walks, and it is already after 8:30 p.m. I must eat a little, for I am about to embark upon a Sabbath fast.

Why is it so often like this?