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April 13, 2004 :: 10:33 a.m.
oh, the humanity!
Why oh why couldn't I just have taken up walking kind of fast? Or biking? Or swimming? Or anything at all that wouldn't pound me into a gooey puddle of sweat and pain and labored breathing? My heart rate was over 200 beats per minute at the most intense point in today's jog. 222 bpm, to be exact. Or as exact as you can get when you're taking your pulse with your finger. But good CHRSIT, people! 222! *dies*
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