Or, in my case, painfully slow. I haven’t actually been outside on a run in years, but I went out this morning. I think I jogged/walked maybe a tenth of a mile? My GPS tracking failed miserably, so I don’t actually know, but for my dilapidated body it was a decent workout.
I gotta fix myself now, while I’m in my 30s and it’s easy. Or possible. Otherwise I’ll wake up in my fifties, completely unable to bend at the waist or move quicker than a gentle trot.
Also I gotta clean the kitchen today because I left it an absolute wreck. But I am pleased to report the brisket turned out amazing — less pepper next time in the rub, which was just salt and pepper to begin with, but otherwise my first 16-hour brisket smoke was a success!