Went to the dentist today for full-mouth x-rays, and mostly what I think about as I sit in the chair is this: Will these x-rays somehow affect my workout performance? Afterward, I pick up a small jug of organic carrot juice and swig it down to combat free radicals.

For some mysterious reason it occurs to me today that I don’t have to rely on The Machine’s RPM readout—which, if past experience is any indication, is about as reliable as the FDA’s pronouncements on food safety. (About which, more to come.) Continue reading