Ectomorph

Yesterday was an odd day which brought back a memory from long ago. Years ago my Dad used to call me an ectomorph, probably thought it was funny then as I did not know what it was. Then I turned into an endomorph before shedding those 66 pounds many years ago. Yesterday at the airport some ripped up dude started to talk to me and then called me an endomorph again, wasn't really too sure on how to take it but took it in stride. I haven't run since May 22nd so almost a full month off of fun. I was going to git at her today but recently I have remained sleep deprived so I have opted out. Plus this 43c degree weather here in Kandahar is a titch hot. No reason though, I just need to get a haircut and start busting it out.

I hope all is well.