4:30 am. I am wide freaking awake. There is much ruckus going on in the neighborhood.  I toss and turn, burying my head beneath my pillow in frustration.  Where is all this damned noise coming from? It dawned on me, all at once, it is the fishing boats! Those damned fossil fuel guzzling vessels filled with their damned beer guzzling passengers!  I live just 2 blocks from the Columbia river. A tiny little town which boasts a giant RV park and boat launch. I know the salmon are here. I can see them swimming through the waters while stand up paddling on the river.  Unfortunately for my sleep (or lack thereof), this motorized droning is likely to continue into October. Sigh.

On a positive note, I was actually able to sleep in my bed last night.   The first two nights post oral surgery, found me seeking the comfort of a reclining chair.  The prone position, unfortunately lent itself to more throbbing and gagging than sleep,  My little chipmunk cheeks are still with me this morning, but as I have waited the two requisite rest days prescribed by the oral surgeon, today is a workout day!

Splashfit Torture
20 minute elliptical
Jog .4 mile
Run Hospital Hill x 2 (.5 miles up and .5 down)
Run Stairs x 15
Concrete Barrier Climb 3 steps 2 feet each
Run back to gym

Bench Press x 3 to failure
Push Up 3 x 10
Assisted Pull Up  3 x 10

and done!

As I jogged back into the gym this morning, the man behind the counter asked if I had been in the woods lately.  I scratched my head, thinking, and realized, that yes, I had stopped at the PCT (Pacific Crest Trail) trailhead parking lot yesterday to leave a note of encouragement for my friend who is attempting to break the fastest known time record for the 2600 plus mile long trail.   Curious, I wondered aloud, “why do you ask?”  He said that right after I pulled in to the parking spot, a chipmunk ran out from beneath my car and tried to get into the gym.   Okay, so now I think the guy is messing with me and making fun of my über swollen and bruised chipmunk cheeks.  He laughed a bit and said, “no, really, I think it may have hitched a ride with you from the mountains.” Maybe I am just extremely gullible, but I think maybe there really was a chipmunk stow away beneath my car.   What are the odds?