For the second consecutive night, I found myself wide awake in the midnight hour despite having my cellphone alarm set for 1:30 a.m. to get me up to ready for a five-mile+ walk. The problem last night, though, was not because of a bit too much alcohol. Instead I was unduly thirsty due to my salty supper.
Usually I have a mug of water at hand, but apparently last night I stupidly forgot to put any water into the mug.
A cautious peek outside my bedroom door found the bathroom occupied by my youngest stepson who was anon to shower; and my wife was obviously home, fussing about downstairs in the kitchen.
I was hooped.
By the way, she had slipped under my bedroom door the $810 she is supposed to pay a lawyer firm this month. I was not to learn until mid-morning why she gave it to me. She assumed that I had that much in my private account, and that I could make her payment online.
The truth is that I doubt that I can access even $150.
Anyway, I did return to bed to attempt to relax, but after maybe 15 minutes I realized how futile wasting time in bed was ─ better I rose and slowly began readying for my walk so that I could be back and have more time thereafter to spend in bed.
Fortunately, my stepson did finish his shower, and then my wife made quick use of the bathroom before going to bed for the night. And no one was the wiser that I was up and preparing to leave in due course on my walk.
An online check revealed the claim that it was a mere degree above freezing hereabouts; and dressed for my walk, I weighed 191 pounds.
It was 1:55 a.m. when I left, and it was definitely cold out there.
When I stopped at the elementary school playground three or four blocks away for some pull-ups and chin-ups, I found the equipment caked with frozen condensation ─ the undersides of everything were irregular with frozen droplets that never had a chance to drip off when the condensation was still wet.
I could not exercise. I could not do it bare-handed; and my thin gloves would fast become dampened, and thereafter pose hugely problematic anytime I extracted my metal Titan baton flashlight stun gun from the gym-style carrying bag I tote it in. I needed dry gloves to be holding it for any length of time, for the metal would already be growing wretchedly cold.
I at least did 10 slow full-range push-ups in a declined posture on the cement ramp that is nearby, and resolved to stop at the playground on my return, for by then it would not matter much when my gloves became damp.
I was wearing my inferior no-name AliExpress boots, but I have to admit that they were not unduly exacerbating to that inflamed long musculature outside my left shin ─ this is a development that arose three nights ago when I should not have hustled as I did along a ¾-mile stretch of irregular terrain.
The inflammation can ultimately become so severe that it prevents me from rising up onto the 'ball' or forefoot, and thereby prevents proper stepping. I can become lame, finding myself forced to walk flat-footed.
Yes, I did find myself courting that state, but I was cautious, and it only became truly threatening when I was within a mile of returning home.
I had one wildlife experience. I was walking the forested side of 100th Avenue from 140th Street to 148th Street, and was at this point drawing reasonably near to where 144th Street abuts 100th Avenue (Google Map).
I noticed what I assessed was a fairly large coyote cross the avenue from the forest to the mouth of 144th Street. Then as I got nearer, it came back to the avenue and moved somewhat erratically about the median until it finally crossed entirely and apparently merged back into the forest.
I was not inclined to walk directly past the area where it had disappeared, so I crossed to the opposite side of the avenue and walked along there until well past that questionable section.
Along another unpopulated avenue that only had forest on both sides, I made some time by slowly jogging in a flat-footed style anytime there was no traffic ─ which was the rule at that time of night.
Once I was back to the school playground, I had lost my earlier limberness, but I still attempted some exercising. I tackled a set of pull-ups, and was able to maintain enough of a grip to manage three repetitions. By then, the warmth of my hands through my fairly thin gloves completely melted the spots where I had gripped the bar, but my gloves were of course also wet.
I then tried chin-ups and used the melted handholds I had created, but the metal bar was unpleasantly cold. I only managed two repetitions, but I had no desire to exercise any further ─ my hands were far too cold from the freezing metal.
Next time I intend to bring along a second ─ and thicker ─ pair of gloves; they will be actual cold-weather gloves.
I was very pleased to get home and discover it to only be 3:50 a.m. ─ I had nicely succeeded in coming back in under two hours.
It may have been as much as 5:10 a.m. before I was back in bed, but sleep was not easily resourced.
I could have risen soon after 8 a.m., but I waited until nearer 8:30 a.m.
My poor wife was up by mid-morning at latest. Perhaps she had a full workday today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, but I was of the impression that she had an appointment sometime at a bank to try and persuade them to extend her enough of a line of credit to pay off several thousands of dollars of debts she has recently ─ and foolishly ─ generated.
Maybe the bank appointment was during the 3 - 4:30 p.m. daily break when the restaurant shuts down. She did text me ─ at 3:14 p.m. ─ confirmation of payment at a bank of the $810 the lawyer firm was expecting, so I downloaded and E-mailed that confirmation to them on her behalf.
She was two days late with the payment, but her usual contact was out of office this week, so she was not being harassed for payment.
It was maybe 10 a.m. this morning when she left us for the day.
As for morning T.V. with my younger brother, I used our Android TV Box to tune in just two videos ─ both were added today to Rumble's A Warrior Calls channel.
- Evil Gate Keepers In Your Face (livestreamed November 23)
Guest: Mike Gill
That second video is indicated as having also been livestreamed on November 23, but Christopher James identifies in its introduction that he is recording the interview on either November 20 or 21 (I now forget). So how is it a livestream on November 23?
I have not before heard of Mike Gill, so everything he talked about was pretty much bewildering and disconnected, but Christopher James seemed to be in tune with the man's story. I have to admit that it was touching at the end when Mike Gill had an emotional break.
It is presently nearing 6 p.m. and I want to have a bath, so I am going to have my own break.
Unfortunately, it was already 5:30 p.m. before I realized the time ─ I am beginning a Sabbath fast as of sunset, and that supposedly happened at 4:21 p.m. In other words, I can not now eat or drink anything but water until after dark tomorrow ─ and I only had one meal today.
I am missing that second meal! Normally I am not hungry at this point in my evening ─ I do not want to even allow myself any alcohol.
And so I watched an episode of Supergirl without food or drink to accompany it ─ episode 15 ("Hope for Tomorrow") of season six. I even watched a little bit more of a two-hour video I have on the go involving urotherapy.
I must say, I am not keen on getting up at 1:30 a.m. to try and be away ahead of 2 a.m. on a frigid five-mile+ walk on an empty stomach.
Okay, 9 p.m. is almost here, so I had best close down this post and start paving the way for a sensibly early bedtime.
By the way, at the end of my Sabbath fast last Saturday, my fully naked weight was 179 pounds. I kept forgetting to mention that.
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