body lament and hope

ok, three... 3:36.2; 4:10.7; 4:21.2; 4:24.7; 3:59.6; 4:52.5; 4:06.8... 29:32.7... yesterday was the personal best, or PB as some runners abbreviate it... also abbreviated as PR for personal record... i've also seen BT for best time, but what's all this distraction and confusion, huh?... oh, the stupid mind and ego...

he took me out for a jog/walk again this morning... maybe he won't let me just waste away and die... he's made it challenging though... heart is still pretty strong, but it has been through a lot of waste and risky diet and the rise and fall of weight is linked to heart attacks (brain has a lot of useful, or scary information)... muscles are definitely wasted and much more aged than before and so weak... they complain a lot... and some have failed, allowing the bone to chip and the arm to fail last year, after all... and alone, he keeps me so alone...

still, this is much better than before... i hope he keeps taking me out like this and keeps carefully pushing me to do a little bit more, a little faster, a little farther... i feel so much better than i can run a few miles and right now, i can barely slow-jog a a quarter mile... so sad... but still, he created a spreadsheet to track times and weather conditions and brain likes that... he needs to add pain levels, recovery times, and my condition... brain will tell him...

i hope he continues...