Do I Look Like An Arab?

Not that there'd be anything wrong with that.

However, some of Jo's family thinks I look like one (yes, YOU Jacquie). And my mom said that to me when I had a full beard.

Then I got these pictures taken for my passport.



Do I?

Day 212 - Chiropractoriffic!

159.5 on the scale. No exercise today at all so as to give my back a rest after the adjustment.

It was good to see Dr. Love again. Dr. Tammy Love, Doctor of Chiropractic.

It had apparently been almost years since I'd been there, and as a result she actually said to me, "Bret, I'm not feeling the love!"

Ba da bum! *cymbal crash*

I was more messed up than I thought -- tight all over, mid-back, neck, lowerback. She couldn't get much of it to move. But toward the end she DID get the mid-back stuff to release a monsterous crack that I swear made me see differently afterwards.

Felt better moments afterwards, and even better an hour and a half later.

However, there's more work to be done I'm sure, which is why I don't quite wanna run just yet.

Those of you that don't believe in chiropractors, you're missin' out.

Day 211 - Back To The Grind

160.5 on the scale. 5.0 miles on the trail, ran about 3.5 of it, and 150/0. Yes, gave the arms a break.

I had to make a chiropractor appointment for tonight at 5:00. I'm all outta whack. I don't know if it is from the hotel bed, or from running the path I ran in Winnipeg, or what, but my lower hip on the right side is hurtin'. Prior to that, while still in Winnipeg, I had a huge knot in my upper right shoulder on Saturday I think.

Anyway, it has been awhile since I've seen my chiropractor, Dr. Love.

Nope, not even kidding. That's her name.