Right before any big trip, a handful of people will ask me these two questions:
- Are you excited?
- Are you all packed?
It’s a resounding YES for the first question. As for the second….
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A new way to floss.
My new Patagonia running shorts made it look like I had wet myself after my run on Saturday. I’d ended the run at a local grocery store to pick up a big jar of honey, which I took great care to grip tightly as I was glistening with sweat. Then, I looked down and realized my “faded magenta” shorts appeared less faded around the crotch.
Then I pondered whether the fact that it was “just” crotch sweat made it less embarrassing. The shorts had dried by the time I got home, and I figured everyone I passed on the way was too busy looking at their phones to check out my dewy no-no area. Upon entering my suite, I hastily set the jar of honey on the kitchen counter. The glass jar tipped over and rolled off the counter.
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Dune is your 13th read! GO YOU.
-Zoée
Zoée also follows elite reader Kristen on StoryGraph. Kristen has basically met the reading goals Zoée and I set for ourselves this year. While I consider myself a competitive person, it’s become more intrinsic these days. I’m more inclined to bond over shared interests rather than whupping asses. I’m certain Zoée, like I, have resigned to having our asses whupped by the sandworm of bookworms, Kristen. All we want to do is surpass our 2025 numbers.
The insatiable Lola.
In case anyone missed it, I’ve named the AI coach that lives in my Garmin Forerunner Lola.
Since my first full day with Lola at my side, March 19, I’ve averaged 19,679 steps a day, which I think is excellent. But she’s gone from asking me to do 10,000 per day to 20,390. At this rate, I’m going to be expected to walk forever by the end of the year.
Besides, once this shitty Smarch weather dies (there was frost this morning… FROST), I’ll switch to cycling as my primary activity. Or golf? Apparently, Lola knows a thing or two about golf.
On the sedentary side of my life, while Kristen continues lapping me on StoryGraph, I’ve finished my second science fiction novel of the year: Children of Time by Adrian Tchaikovsky.
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This morning, around 7, I found myself in a tug-of-war match with my late mom. We’re both pinching opposite edges of a tiny cookie, pulling it toward ourselves with all our might. The battle ended with me falling backward, empty-handed, as Mom emerged victorious, popping the chocolate snowball cookie into her mouth.
At 7:32am, I open my eyes, and Lola greets me with my morning report, commending me for an excellent sleep score of 92. Thanks for the affirmation, Lola. When it comes to my training regimen, however, she is not as reassuring.
This Monday’s 50-minute workout requires going at full sprint for 8 minutes, repeated three times, with 3-minute recoveries in between! Yesterday’s workout was more manageable, but when my pace slowed on the steep portion of the Chip Trail Loop around Cedar Hill Golf Course, my watch buzzed. I glanced down at Lola:
TOO SLOW
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