Got out again yesterday and it was the only thing remotely constructive I did all day yesterday.
This week, I've been trying to get my Bolivian residency status squared away and I was driving into Santa Cruz when I got into a fender bender. Remarkable it hasn't happened before, but there it is. Nobody was hurt, but our car has a new ding in the side.
A cop was actually riding in the passenger seat of other vehicle and he said it was the other driver's fault. I honestly have no idea, the place where we were in the accident is an absolute cluster. Whatever...
My run yesterday required a bit of willpower to undertake. I was (am) sore from the run and the raking I did on Tuesday (we've got a big yard). Eventually though I did get out and 97 minutes later I got back. Heart rate was high again on the run yesterday, and toward the end of the run I actually gave it a bit of a kick just to see 200 on the tachometer. I think it's kind of cool to be staring down the commencement of my 41st trip around the sun and still able to hit 200 BPM and not have a heart attack.
Nothing else particularly remarkable about yesterday, today I won't be driving anywhere that's for sure.
Thanks for reading.