So yesterday I wrote about my hour-long workout on the rowing machine at the gym.  Last night, I could already seem them appearing – two huge blisters, one on the middle finger of each hand.  I’d take a picture but they don’t show up so great on my iPhone.  That’s what I get for trying to be a masochist!  My neck, back, and arms are all VERY aware of a big workout, however, so it was a useful sixty minutes.

The strangest thing happened to me this morning.  I walked into the bathroom, shirt off, and I did a double-take.  I’m getting skinny and I’m still not used to this new body that I see in the mirror.  I actually saw an abdominal muscle, believe it or not.  Yes, you can scoff: Anthony’s abs are showing?  But I tell you it’s true.  Well, ONE ab is showing.  I have five more to uncover to get to a six-pack.  If my plan to go to the work Halloween party costumed in a toga ends up coming to pass, I’ll have all sorts of newly-muscled features poking out.  Or so I hope.

This morning was Day 59 of my streak, and I spent the pre-dawn hour running stairs near my house.  It was kind of cool to be out exercising before the sun was even up.  From the top of the stairs one can see all the way to the Cascades; the purple glimmer of the dawn was just sending out its first hints of light; and I was feeling pretty good about myself.

Day 60 – another big milestone – is tomorrow.  If it’s not going to rain too hard I’ll probably bike in to work.  Wish me luck!