Mid-Year Resolutions

Post #260

The Mid-Year resolution, using the tread mill, is actually going okay. Taylor complains a little but does the work-out, even using the weights a little. Mary Margaret is the only person that I know that has fallen off the tread mill, on the tread mill, to the side of the tread mill, you name she's fallen.

Me on the other hand. I've been walking for 30 + years now and I think that I have mastered the art of walking. While Nicole (Sister-in-law) was down this weekend, she decided Sunday morning early that she would walk/run down the road we live on WITH DRAKE our lab, who has been cooped up all week in the pin. I decided to stay home and make sure that the tread mill was in good shape for my walk LATER. I help her let out Drake who is so happy to be out he lavished us with love and affection. I am a little jealous because I think that Drake loves Nicole more than me. Why? When he kissed Nicole on the mouth just as she opened her mouth to speak, she got tongue and all I got was mud on my clothes. She ran in the house, speaking LOUDLY, "I've got to get my mouth washed , augh..augh...(however you spell gaging noises)". I don't know what all the fuss was about, I mean, its not like his tongue has been somewhere it shouldn't. I tried hard to not laugh. She took Drake with her on her walk. When she described her walk, it sounded like she had walked with a 3 year old. He stopped in front of her, move Drake, he ran to other peoples yard, come back here Drake, don't do that Drake, STOP IT, get off of me, etc.

My walk on the tread mill happened after Nicole and Alyssa headed for home. I put on my BRAND NEW TENNIS SHOES, 1st new pair since 2001 and hopped on at a rate of 2.5 and walked for 10 minutes, when I remember Nicole saying you should run a little in the middle of your walk. Okay, I'll try that I think to myself, so I speed up the ol' tread mill to 3.8 and I'm jogging. This isn't too bad, 1 minute into the jog. At the end of the 2nd minute, I pulled the little tab and dropped to the floor wishing that I could make some kind of noise that the girls might hear (although no one would come to my rescue since I'm ruining their lives). At that moment, I do not believe that IF I could have reached the phone that I could have lifted it to call 119....oops 911. I needed water. I could see my glass. (I have to admit, I believe that I had enough sweat on me to fill a gallon pitcher). I crawl across the vast living room, across the desert, across the mountains, through the valleys and finally reach my glass and gulp down that sweet sweet water. Taylor walks in and says, what's wrong with you? You look all splotchy, maybe you should drink some more water. I'm going to go play my Nintendo.

Thanks for the concern oh little complainer, you'll get your turn, you just wait. Maybe I won't be able to find your water bottle, Nintendo, Ipod when you want it most.

Thanks to the new tennis shoes for the ginormous blister on my heal. I had forgotten how much I LOVED having blisters from new tennis shoes.