VINCE

I am very happy to be out of St. Cloud. That was a horrible place. Nobody seemed to be running it. Or, to put it another way, 100 people seemed to be running it in their own different ways. So if we were told to do something by one guard, we could actually get in trouble if another guard did not like it. But then that same guard would back up the other guard. I can’t even explain it properly.

Mom may notice my writing become sloppier than usual. I am back down to a 4” flexible Bob Barker pen. I ordered some real pens for next week.

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Back to the future.  OK.  So since I was about 16 years old, I have been keeping track of how many miles I have run total.  Over the last two days, I have run a total of 3/4 mile, bringing my total over the last 20 years to 3/4 of a mile. Ahhh. I’m funny.

Today, I did about eight minutes of the Reebok Step program.  I just did the footwork, sort of trying to get the timing down.  It’s tougher than it looks.  I went two total miles on the treadmill, alternating between walking and running.  I was able to run 1/4 mile at a time.  But my muscles just aren’t used to that much activity.  Even outside of the drug-dealing, at my real jobs, all I really did was stand in one spot for 8-12 hours per day.

A little farther every day.  Without trying to overdo it, I think I’ll be good to go by the time I go.  I need to stretch first, too.  If I am injured while at Boot Camp, that is considered a program failure.  And I would have to sit the remainder of my time in prison.  Just over two more years.  I can’t fail.  Rather, I do not want to fail.