Entry #164
Went on a short hike with George, up to Lexington and back. My legs
were killing me, especially on a decline slope. I was grunting in pain
with every step on the way down, and George goes "What's the matter,
wimp. you can't handle a little walk?" I told him when my muscles heal
I would kick his ass. What a bastard.

I shouldn't have lost any weight, though. I've been eating very well.