Coming up on eight days now. Last night I ran from booking to F-24 Block (nearly a quarter mile) without getting winded. You can hardly call it a sprint, considering my old, war-torn, decrepit body. Still, that's an improvement.

I think I have the end in sight. When it comes time to trap rabbits for food while evading the horde of flesh-eating zombies looking for me, I think I'll be ready. (Heck, I'll even have enough energy to throw my Sudoku puzzle at them!)

Onward and upward,
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