Human Nature

It is funny. Yesterday a lost a friendly bet with a master Sargent. The loss cost me running a 5K on the treadmill. Not a big deal, but my old knees just don't like running that far, cycling is fine, a little butt numbing, but otherwise fine. I made it through the 5K without stopping, slowed down for 500m, but never stopped. Never needed oxygen, did not need 911 called or the AED. While I was running this there is a distance meter on the treadmill. It defaults to miles. I about fell off the treadmill, pushing buttons to change the miles to kilometers so that I could see my progress. I know that 3.1 miles is 5k, but I just wanted to see that number. I guess it is the same when we count how many surf and turfs we have enjoyed. (This was my 10th and hopefully the last in country, nothing bad about all the shrimp, crab legs or lobster tails and steak you can eat, but I want to go home.) All I could think of tonight was, how Kevin and Kristina would have loved this surf and turf, they cut the legs in half, so all you have to do is pull the meat out, dip it in butter and eat, no cracking, no pulling, just eating.... Overall a fairly good day, just up to 103 today. Nothing major, met the new deputy group commander and new group chief master Sargent. Probably the last blog for a while,until I get to the deed.