As I'm walking the dog in da 'hood this morning, I see in the distance someone walking towards us pushing a baby carriage. It's a bit chilly, so my first thought is "I hope they have their baby bundled up."
As we get closer, I hear yips and a man saying, "No, stay. Sit down."
And then the older gentleman coming towards us stopped and restrained the two Pomeranians that were riding in the baby carriage until Zeus and I passed him.
SMH.
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Upon turning 50 this past week, and with the weather warming up, I'm finding myself more and more motivated to get back in shape.
First up is losing the twenty pounds I've packed on since I has to quit running months ago.
One of the nice perks about my current gym is the price break I get when I show up at least five times in a calendar month. As I hadn't been for the entire month of April, I'm having to literally make time to go every day this week, and that has actually had the effect of lighting a bit of a fire under my ass.
I've been three times in the last two days, and am actually looking forward to squeezing in another workout tonight.
My current routine of hitting the gym when it opens at five, coming home and walking the dog, then going again with Bonnie after dinner really seems to be working.
I'm sure the lack of sleep will catch up with me eventually, but until that happens, I'm just going to keep pushing through.
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One of the high points of the last week has been gathering around a TV at the gym to watch the overtime period of the OKC Thunder loss (boo!) to the Grizzles.
It's moments like that - strangers gathered together for a common purpose - that remind me why I love sports.
And we'll get 'em in game 3 - Thunder Up!
