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Today, I ran my first three miles on the treadmill in 33 minutes, 42 seconds. Now, I know you hard core runners out there are probably saying to yourself, "Sheesh. My great grandmother can move faster than that with her walker around the halls of the old folks home." Maybe so. But I am not genetically predisposed to speed. So running a mile in just a hair over 11 minutes is lightning fast for me. Doing three of them is a miracle.
The only trouble I have running at Spencer's gym is the heat and humidity. The air conditioning is weak there, especially near the cardio area where it really should be blasting. The temperature feels like about 80 degrees, with about 80 percent humidity. That means plenty of sweat. By the time I've finished my jog, I'm soaked. Now, I don't really care if my shirt is drenched, but the crotch area of my shorts can be a bit embarrassing. As the locals might say here, "look like I make one shi-shi!" So, I go over to the giant fan they keep at the back of the gym, stand with my feet shoulder width apart and try, in vein, to evaporate. It really is a good thing I don't know too many people here.
I've entered a tennis tournament at the end of this month and my goal is to be in good enough shape so as not to collapse on the court before completing the first set.
We went to town to watch the game tonight. Actually, we went this afternoon to watch it in real time rather than waiting for the delayed broadcast. Amazingly, only two bars in Hilo have the real time satellite sports package. The biggest "sports bar" downtown, Cronies, does not. So we went to a little dive called Bamboo Garden. The beer is cheap, the screens are big and the pupus are generous and free. Not exactly gourmet, but you get what you pay for. Shoots. You can't really beat it. It's a little small and cramped, but OK for the price. We like Cronies, but they're closed on Sundays. What kind of a sports bar is closed on Sundays? They did prepare a respectable corned beef and cabbage dinner for St. Patrick's day last March, so I'll give 'em credit for that.
Ron's baking bread, so I gotta go help him decide whether it's done or not. We always think it's ready, then slice in and find dough. Aloha!

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