I once tried racewalking with a coach at our local community college's track. That was before my major weight gainers but after some weight gain from my very first med, Depakote. I walked a mile on the track making the movements she showed me. I finished early enough for her to tell me that I showed promise. I myself was amazed because some of my thigh muscles aches that I had not even known existed. Wow! Those were the muscles that normal regular gait does not utilize.

I have since then been fascinated by racewalking but there is no longer anywhere locally that I can go to to train and spcialize. I am still a member of the Facebook group "San Francisco Racewalkers", but I do not read posts and do not attend their trainings and races. For me to drive and park in San Francisco early enough to be at one of their fields by 8am and even 9am is completely out of reach, out of the realm of realism.

But fascinated I remain and hat"s off to you for having racewalked in the past.

Yes, Mestermacher. I have been buying it in bulk from Amazon for years. I first encountered this type of bread in Berlin in 1990, on a trip with my first love whom I still remember fondly (apparently, he does, too). So the bread evokes an extra special memory in me that is tinged with sadness given that our relationship did not work out, possibly due to being long-distance in an era before whatsapp.

Back to realism and away from emotionally charged memories: this bread was endorsed by one of my registered dietitians.