0500 seems to be the ideal time for my morning jog (old men don’t run, they jog) here in Tampa…perfect temperature to work up a sweat without getting soaked.
That felt so good that I’m going to go ahead and hit the hotel gym right now and get it over with, that will leave this trip’s last evening tonight free for an actual dinner instead of a tuna salad sandwich, an hour of “The Punisher” on Netflix, then bed. I’m thinking steak, salad, and a baked potato.
I love days when it’s unnecessary to embrace the suck…The Office doesn’t open until 0800, so I’ll even have time to eat a light breakfast before heading to work.
The h*** with that “old soldiers never die, they just fade away” business – I’m not about to fade anywhere. I prefer Def Leppard’s “It’s better to burn out than fade away”.
Tampa at dawn below, out here.