Parting shots for the day. 1. As I ramp up in miles, not only am I watching my water intake, but I am also paying close attention to my caloric intake. I'm down to 164 (from a Heineken Hackfleish 171 right after Philly). Ramping miles should also mean ramping water and eating more good food. 2. I got caught up in a daydream and wrote to the amateur boxing head of the Philly area today. I think I'm interested in stepping back into the ring as a spry 33 year old to get Jack Johnson'ed by a 17 year old Cuban-American kid on his way up. I went 4-0 in Plebe boxing at West Point and have always thought that I'd like to give it another go. I don't even remember how to put a glove on, but I can have my nose broken just as good as anyone else damnit. Call me George Plimpton. I'm not sure how serious this daydream will be. It might involve too much time. Heck, all I want to do is get in the ring and have a go. It might even give me a different place to vent testoserone and bitterness instead of this little corner of hell. If I go for it, I'll be sure to blog about it.