I am exceptionally sore this morning, bu a good exceptionally sore. Lower back is talking to me. May take the better part of valor and not squat if this keeps up. Will replace with ABGM if necessary.
I am surprised at how well I have been able to stick to the change in diet. It has always been so hard to not just eat whatever the hell I want to teat. So far so good. Honestly will not know what to do if I get under 250. Last time I remember weighing under 250 was when I weighed 236 for a meet in 1995. I would imagine it hasbeen since 1997 or so. If I can get down to 250 in two more weeks that will be down from 270 for my meet in Augusta 06 and 268 from Miami in the same year.
Odd Hours
The fourth in Dean Koontz's Odd Thomas stories is, well, odd. It took forever to get the story going. Koontz spent five plus chapters on a chase scene. Once it gets going, the story is one you want to unravel, but once it is unraveled there are so many questions left and so many threads left hanging that it is a bit dissapointing. Seems we have the beginnings of a long series ahead of us.
All the characters are very strange which does not lend itself to believability. Heroes and villains alike are a bit over the top. The flighty and mysterious pregnent woman, the burn victim with the incredible sense of self, the dangerous and charismatic chief of police, the killer priest, the mysterious girl on the boat. Some odd stuff. Odd himself, while a great character, falls out of that character by somehow becoming a cold blooded killer... repeatedly. The deus ex machina of his seemingly ever increasing psychic repetoire is beginning to wear as thin as Koontz's propensity for reusing words that only need to be dropped once or twice in a book. Bougainvillea, for example.
Not a bad read, but left too much unresolved to be fully satisfying. C+/84
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