That will be me, soon — my blood, anyway.

I’ve never been to such a big blood drive, not even in college. I got my wait-in-line number about 10 minutes ago (11:40), about 40 minutes into the event… anyway, the number is 132. If you’re here in the room, I guess you’re able to learn my secret identity.

They’ve called about 15 numbers since I’ve been standing here in the gym. 100! 101! Won’t be long now.

It’s sometimes a pain 102! in the ass but 103! this looks like a pretty sophisticated operation. And the local radio station is here and lots of restaurants 104! and I think they’re going to feed 105! me… is there really a free lunch?

Lots of things beeping and a sea of volunteers and donors. Quite the big dealio!

There 106! is a bag of stuff they gave me — t-shirt, maybe it will fit someday. Movie tickets to a place called… is it really Chunky’s 107! or is that some kind of… well I guess it is. A raffle for… who knows what I might win. 108! 109!

Other than saving 110! lives I guess the best part… well besides the free lunch… is that a pint of water weighs a pound and a pint of blood more than that, because it’s denser. That will bring me to a total loss of 35 pounds. I know it’s cheating to do it this way 111! but hey. 112! 113! 114!

They’re really cranking now. Anyway, I was about to say that I’ve hit kind of a plateau. Not quite ready to panic, except that my achilles tendonitis is really bad and I can barely walk, let alone run. Oddly enough it hurts less to run than walk. I’ve got my recumbant bike, good for a couple hundred calories, 115! 116! 117! but it doesn’t get my pulse anywhere near my fat burning range.

Oh yeah, 119! did I mention 120! my cycling adventure of this past weekend? 121! 122! I’ve got some catching up to do, I guess.

Well they’re getting 123! close to my number. Blog you on the other side!