Go, you chicken fat, go away!

Last night I went with the 12 to 18 year old boys from church to camp out at Roosevelt Lake.  This morning I went on a little run.  It felt good and had just enough elevation gain to make for a good workout.  Later I swam in the lake.  Then I sat at the edge of the lake and got the seat of my shorts all sandy.  Then I was going to ride in someone's boat, but I didn't want my sandy bottom to  get all over their boat so I jumped off the dock into the water.  Then when I went to climb back in I think I cracked a rib on the dock.  Then I rode on one of those big tube thingies and bounced around on my rib cage.  Now it hurts.  Then the end.

I wanted to go on a bike ride this morning, but I was too lazy.  Well, too lazy for a bike ride.  I spent most of the day working on a Grading and Drainage plan.  After it got dark I decided that the best thing to do would be to go on a run.  This was a good call because no one could see my fat jiggles.  It was 83º.  I kept it real slow.  I mean REAL slow.  I cut through the park over towards the magic water fountain and nobody was there.  I ran down the canal to the freeway and back.  When I passed the MWF again, there was somebody there.  Since I wasn't ready to be raped I didn't stop.

20.3 mile bike ride.  It was a nice ride and perfect distance.  I was wanting it to be over right around mile 19.  After a couple of hours I started feeling a weird burning sensation on my lets.  It was a sunburn.  I forgot you can get those.