My 1:30 a.m. cellphone alarm was not required overnight. At one point I was suspiciously awake, so I checked the time ─ it was 1:25 a.m.
An online check of temperature hereabouts got the claim of 5.6° Celsius (42.08° F.), so I chose to wear my heavy denim jacket; and fully clothed, I might have been 191 pounds ─ maybe something under.
I was on my way by 1:53 a.m. for my five-mile+ walk, feeling more slept than usual.
At the elementary school playground three or four blocks hence, I found the equipment to be condensation-free, so I had a far better bare-handed grip than has been the case of late. And so when I tackled the half dozen sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, I was pleased to manage five and then two pull-ups in the first two sets; three and then two chin-ups in the second two sets; and two pull-ups between a pair of gymnastics-style rings in each of the final two sets, with the final pull-up held at peak elevation for a 15-count.
Of course I had a 30-count between every set.
And I finished up with 10 slow full-range push-ups in a declined position on a cement ramp.
I felt myself to be making very good time during the walk, but that turned out to be my undoing along the stretch of 96th Avenue between 148th Street and Green Timbers Way (Google Map) where I would be turning.
The sole sidewalk along that stretch is more often removed from the avenue than not, and is most irregular to walk on. It has depressions and upheavals due to tree roots ─ little of it seems even.
As I made my recurring jarring rapid way along it, a condition of my left foot and lower leg that I thought I was done with set in ─ basically, I began to become lame. Something goes amiss ─ a tendon, perhaps, becomes inflamed. And the result is that I find myself unable to properly rise up on the forefoot in taking steps, and I am forced to adopt more of a flat-footed walking style.
It does not feel as if the arch or anything else in the foot is involved; rather, it seems more like the long muscle alongside my outer shin, and more especially the lower area down by my ankle.
It used to strike so regularly last year that almost every long walk was at risk of it developing, but I may be safe in claiming that I do not believe this state visited me at all this year until last night.
It stops all ability to walk fast, although I can make some time for short distances by adopting a bit of a flat-footed jog. So I did that a few times.
I only hope that I did not resurrect an old pathology that is going to prove a regular feature now of future walks.
I had no idea of what to expect by way of the time once I was nearing the front door ... but it was 3:43 a.m. ─ I was actually 10 minutes under two hours, and that is exceptionally good time.
Anyway, I don't think it was any later than 5:10 a.m. by the time I returned to bed for some further sleep, not again checking the time until just after 8:20 a.m. and choosing to rise, believing correctly that I could hear the T.V. on downstairs, indicating that my brother was up.
I joined him shortly after 9 a.m., and by maybe 9:10 a.m. had possession of the T.V. in order to put our Android TV Box into action, leading off with an excellent 43¼-minute addition yesterday to Rumble's AKStraightSpeaks channel: Dr. Makis on Turbo Cancer and a challenge to Global News.
Too many deaths, too little answers--no proper staining on autopsy reports. Will anyone from mainstream news speak to this?
Dr Makis Substack
https://substack.com/@makismd
I wish that I knew Anita Krishna ─ she actually makes me feel good when I watch and listen to her, for she is so genuine and unpretentious.
I made a Facebook post of her video, but I doubt any of my 'Friends' ever watch these types of videos. If they do, no one ever 'Likes' or comments, so there is no other means of knowing the video had been watched.
The next and last video I tuned in was nearly two hours long, so we had to postpone finishing it ─ my brother wanted to seek some bed rest just after 11:50 a.m.
And about an hour later, he left for the day to socialize.
I will cite the actual video when we have completed watching it.
I was to have a good nap early enough in the afternoon, finding the afternoon to have become primarily overcast to the degree that I am wondering if our dry stretch of the past few days is coming to an end and I will find it wet out there when I leave on tonight's walk.
At this moment it is not quite yet 5:45 p.m., and I have a hankering for a bit of drinking, so I am going to take a break and tune in something on T.V. to watch via our Android TV Box. I will be back to finish this post.
I discovered upon suspending this post that we were indeed having some rain outside.
I was to drink a can of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) as well as a brimming shot glass of Kraken Black Spiced Rum (47% alcohol) while watching an episode of Black Lightning ─ this one was season three's episode nine ("The Book of Resistance: Chapter Four: Earth Crisis").
I've already long since watched the other crossover series episodes, but recall nothing at all relating to Jennifer and her phasing with two other versions of herself in other Earths.
Anyway, I also had some supper after the drinks.
Then I tried something educational ... of sorts. It was a video just topping an hour (1:05:10) that had been added to BitChute's Freebird 4779 channel on October 28: Urotherapy.
Don't beat it until you understand it. God has given everything to us that we need to survive
Well, Dr. Groot as he appears hardly serves as an embodiment of inspiration to this 74-year-old where this therapy is concerned ─ better he was some gorgeous woman, for example.
But I am not unwilling to research further ─ at least he provided the practical applications that I previously could only wonder about.
I suspect that the BitChute video was somewhat pirated, for the original is at YouTube as of November 20, 2021. And that is where you will find the useful comments.
Anyway, it is now after 9:15 p.m., so I must start closing down ─ 1:30 a.m. comes unpleasantly early sometimes.
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