It’s a day of clear liquids, Miralax, and Dulcolax. The ten-year tradition colon cleansing starts this morning. The shelves are stocked with 7Up, Gatorade, Jello-O, and popsicles for my dining pleasure. I’ll spend this evening on the toilet and tomorrow morning hungry or thirsty until after the noontime procedure. Tomorrow morning’s run will only be a mile. The good news is that I will probably lose a few pounds. 

Chuck joined me on this morning’s 3.1 mile jaunt, but lost patience with my slower pace after the halfway point. He took off down a side road while I stumbled home in the heat. His companionship did push my comfort level a bit, so my times were a bit faster than normal. I just couldn’t find another gear to keep up with him. In my defense, he is about 7-years younger but still a grandfather like me. We commiserated over stock market declines and home maintenance costs. I finished the last mile without music, listening to the shuffle of my feet on the asphalt road surface. Once again, my shirt and shorts were soaked in sweat by the finish and the pool was a welcome sight. 

Each morning run ends with a daily Wordle puzzle, at least over the last 100 days. I’ve failed on only 2 of those puzzles with my current streak of over 30-consecutive. I also do five 7-Little Word puzzles every day, plus Quordle, and Octordal. Everything in my life seems to stem around streaks – running, push-ups, puzzles, and alcohol consumption are the primary factors. I did have a margarita the other night at a Mexican restaurant, breaking another short abstention streak. I don’t seem to have much discipline when it comes to drinking booze – but it’s certainly not allowed until after the colonoscopy.