Work is already a pain in the ass.  But let’s not go there.

Let’s just say I earned my celery today….

Dart shirts arrived.

What the Bulls?

My Fitbit says I walked 157,877 steps last week. Or 75.44 miles if you prefer.  A new record.  Doing it in the heat and humidity was especially challenging.  Managed just under 25,000 today.

My resting heartbeat is consistently in the low 70s, so that’s good.  I got into the 140s climbing those damn stairs on Namsan, which I suppose is about right too (my max heart rate is 160).  No idea what happens if I exceed that.  Die perhaps?  Anyway, climbed 121 floors on the mountain, and 550 for the week.  That’s actually the one stat I don’t trust. Mainly because I can’t fathom how the fuck it knows when I’m climbing stairs.  Methinks it might be counting uphill as stairs.  Who knows?

The creepiest feature of the Fitbit is that it monitors my sleep.  For example, last week I averaged 5 hours 11 minutes of sleep.  I do best on at least 6 hours sleep.  But it also really gets into the weeds on sleep stuff.  Last night I apparently fell asleep at 12:02 and woke up at 5:27.  During that 4 hours and 43 minutes I was restless 15 times equating to 42 minutes.  No idea what I’m supposed to do with that information however.

What’s gonna happen next?

Who knows? One day at a time. One day at a time.