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Naturally, one of my resolutions will be to lose weight and get in shape. as I have resolved for the last 20/30 years or so.
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So why should this year be any different? Actually there is a chance this year because of a number of divergent forces. There are Katelyn and Lisa Rowe who are always nagging me about the last time I worked out... or... asking, "Did you workout today?"
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That type of irritation is definitely a reason to be able to respond something like "Yeah, I did five miles easy." or something like that.... but that only works if you actually did the mileage.
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Then there is Lisa's bionic husband, Harvey, who will still be training for triathons when he is a hundred and four or so. Just looking at him makes me pissed off that I'm not in shape.
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Also there is our guy at FreshAyer who does a minimum of 500 pushups a day, five miles on the track, and God knows how may situps.... and he looks damn buff because of it. Course he has the time to do it, and I certainly hope that I never have that type of time. But he still is inspirational in taking the opportunity to invest his spare time in health and strength pursuits.
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So there is definitely cause for motivation. I just did 9+ miles on the Cybex, and felt pretty bad doing it.
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This will be a long haul.
- Peep – Perfection – Pressure…it’s always there… beside, behind, below, between and in the face of every scoop, scallop and scone… I admire those with the will and the way… and will face next year with optimism and determination to make it better than the one before!
- Ise tell you about pressin needs. I liberated a shrimp po' boy from the day old table at the Piggly Wiggly, myself runnin' on a three day drunk. Short time thereafter, I had ta wills my way into the facility at the Old Dixie Shoppin' Center, after I sharted an image of the dolly lama in my fruit o' the looms. After evacuatin' my guts of that rancid grist (I haves a rite mind to soo them heartless profiteers), comes to find I was in the ladies room. Some dyke mall cop look like Linda Trip chased me outta there with tissue streamin' from my trousers and a gaggle of hens slingin' whatever they could get they hands on. Come to learn the haz mat folks was called in. All on account of a day old sammich.