Bike 7+ in two legs, to work and then to gym. I need two things, a new Kryptonite lock less vulnerable to Biro pens and about a half hour more sunlight, before I can bike the third leg home.
My usual type of elliptical wasn't available so I used the kind with handles, and my spm was less than half, between 53 and 58, for the 30', during which I reached a distance of 2.4 whatever units and burned an alleged 480+ calories.
Which leaves me with a balance of about 80 for the day after introducing Kal to Starbucks' "drinking chocolate" this afternoon, and that's after turning a blind eye to the fact we had breakfast for Wednesday lunch.
Because I held the handles throughout instead of pumping my arms as I can on the Precor, I know that my heartrate plateaued around 164 bpm, which is just about 90% of my maximum heart rate, but all I felt was good. When I returned to aerobic machines after the swimming season, I occasionally touched 174 bpm, so my heart is either that much stronger or I'm not exercising as hard, I hope the former.
I have one answer to my perpetual question, which is: What foods, if any could be so abominable, go with neither chocolate nor garlic?
Today Kal and I were sipping Starbucks' three hundred and ninety calorie (she has forbidden me to tell her the count) per 6 oz. serving of drinking chocolate and she said it compared well enough to her father's Christmas morning traditional hot chocolate, which this year was followed by grapefruit, which is not a good pairing.
I don't like grapefruit anyway--I think I've had a bite here and there of particularly mild ones that didn't pucker my throat--but she does. And even though she does, she agrees it's not a good pairing, and wouldn't pair with garlic either.
42. Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
Of course, now I'm thoroughly tuckered. We talked about Don DeLillo and metanarratives over burgers at Good Friends, with me grumpy and petulant until I was fed.
Now we are home and in fleece and one of us has a buddy chewing his beak on one shoulder. We are watching "ER" instead of "Judgment of Nuremberg," which is apropos but only happens to be the current Netflix selection because I expect to fall asleep at any moment.