From skirty flirty Mark back to cadet p0rn

I was a good boy last night. I drank no alcohol, ate a hot meal and went to bed early. I even slept with a shirt on for a change in case the AC and fan have anything to do with my bronchial condition. Needless to say I woke up at 455 and was ready to go. So I ran again, as scheduled. Another 4-miler on a different route. I dropped another 15 seconds per mile to be at 9:00/mile.
I did still feel weak and out of shape but things are falling back into place. I've made three runs in a row as scheduled. This weekend I'll add another mile or two.
The cough went away again. So I am having a beer tonight. Check in tomorrow for the roller coaster loop of my cough.
I was so taken with Mark's skirt pics that I had to go find some hard core stuff again. Fortunately, sonny boy #1 was kind enough to send me a pic of his boxing team at the U.S. Military Academy at West Point (proper names are important, ya know). He's standing, far right. Word is, he's knocked the poop out of most everybody in his weight class in boxing and will rank in the top 25 overall in his class for physical abilities. Anybody wanna test him? Not me.
Trash - the picture won't load. Thanks Blogger.
Well, as a consolation (until I get a jpg file from T) here is one of him on an American History class field trip, firing off a few hundred rounds on a Thomson machine gun. They got to shoot weapons from colonial times all the way up to WWII stuff. He loved that class. Amazing what they'll let young kids do in college these days.
Okay - screw Blogger. Come back soon after they allow me to load pictures.