Tired and strong...

Last night was one of my worst sleeps. I kept waking up.

I didn't see any scary shadows, but I had vivid dreams. Even Alice mentioned in the morning that I was sleep talking and was waking up regularly, she could tell by the deepness of my breathing.

I woke up TIRED. I knew what I was dreaming about and I must have been talking a lot because Alice even knew the basic plot.

I must have kept her awake and thrown her system out of whack. She woke up with low blood sugar and I had to get her orange juice and a cookie before she could function. I can tell when her blood sugar is low because her skin is damp and the alarm just rings and rings and rings. The joys of being diabetic.

This afternoon I took my truck in for an oil change. Recently I just noticed that the sticker on the window said I should take it in by November 2008. Turns out I've went 70,000 km between oil changes. Apparently you're supposed to get one every 8000 km.

Everything went well until the service guy said they found "sludge" in the oil. I ask him if it's serious and he nodded yes. I asked him if the engine will last until the lease runs out in 8 months. He didn't know, but suggested oil changes every 6000 km's. To get rid of the sludge, they need to take the engine apart and it could cost a couple thousand dollars or more if they have to replace the engine.

When I got home, I surfed the net to learn more. It turns out that the best kept secret is Toyotas have a common problem with sludge and that if pushed (with proper maintenance records), Toyota will warranty it. I wonder if they consider 70,000 km between oil changes proper maintenance?

I'm glad I found out now, I was thinking of buying the truck when it comes off lease. I'm going to go out on a limb here and predict "it's not in my future".

Maybe my truck needs some beer. It seems that beer has flushed the "sludge" out of my system. The last two days of training has been great. Today I did a moderate run on a very hilly course and averaged 5:01 km's at a 130 avg hr. The only problem I had was finishing with bloody raw and tender nipples.

Speaking of nipples, I don't like the new generation of women's bras. I much preferred the 80's and early 90's "high beam" style bras. Today the bras are made of "Kevlar". I'm sure the guy who invented them doesn't tell any men or lesbian women about it without "the fear of getting beaten up". I can't imagine the Sear's Catalog is popular with teen-aged boys any longer.

Even though I feel strong, my Tanita scale is saying I'm in worse shape. Normally I've been a 9 on 9 on the fitness meter and now I'm only a 6 on 9. With that said, I feel great and the bedroom no longer smells like beer which was oozing from my pores while I slept. I also had a second beautiful Trifecta day in a row of proper eating, work and training.

One last thing. I started listening to the Adam Corrolla Podcast show yesterday. It's a Howard Stern sort of show and in my opinion damn funny. More than a few times I was laughing so hard it screwed up my breathing, running form and spiked the heart rate. I highly, highly, highly recommend it if you enjoy tasteless, vulgar and politically incorrect humour. If not, get a life.

Moderate Run - 1:45:35 / 21.04 km / 5:01 pace / 130 avg hr