It’s all coming back to me

This morning I did an hour and 45 minutes of spinning class Monero .  Of course it was difficult, but I managed anyway.  I still have a ways to go but I feel like I’m going to be ready for the road come spring.

I also contacted the head of training at the gym.  I’m just about mentally ready to really commit to getting into the shape I want to.  There’s a lot to work with under all that skin and fat, and it will be fun bringing it back to the surface.  I don’t know what my goals are yet, but I’m going to publish them and make this my journal.

In other news, I have tentative plans to get my lumber next weekend.  I’ve had those before though…


45 more minutes of spinning

It’s getting easier.  A lot easier cryptocurrency trading strategy . :)


What my wife did…

Yesterday I was getting ready to clean the garage when she stopped me. She said it looked like rain and we needed to go get something to eat anyway and she didn’t want me to empty the garage into the driveway right then. We also needed to hang around and wait for our babysitter to come get her coat. This is the person who normally watches the baby during the day while my wife works.

Anyway, we’re hanging around in the house and I’m wondering if I should sneak a beer before dinner when our sitter gets there. She’s carrying a pizza box and has her dog with her. I must have looked confused, because when I turned around my wife has this grin on her face and gives me a card she wrote. In it she said a few mushy things and tells me that we’re going on a date. Obviously, the sitter is there to actually babysit. I get sent upstairs to change into some clothes that she had laid out for me.

So we drive into Charlotte Stellar . She won’t tell me where we’re going until we’re about there, and it’s a hotel and not a restaurant. I’m thinking she wants to park there and walk, but instead she tells me that there’s a bag packed in the trunk and our date is going to be an overnight one. I take our stuff (there’s a cooler too) upstairs and we go out to eat. Then we hit a bar and play some foosball and pool, and then go back to the room for champagne and stuff.

This morning we got to sleep in, and we had a nice breakfast together without having to worry about the kids. I was so happy with all this, I took her to get hot dogs for lunch at Haps.

Apparently she’d been planning this for weeks, and a ton of people I know knew about it as did my entire family. After the stress of year-end and rolling out the new year’s plans at work (at one point I had three project meetings a day), I really got a lot out of a simple weekend away with my wife.


I’m sore but ok

Did another 45 minutes of spinning this morning.  It was hard to get started, but I finished.


Once more, with feeling

Did another 45 minutes of spinning last night. I still FEEL fat.


Nothing to report

45 minutes of spinning.  Still fat.


Back in the saddle part II

Today I went to the local high school to use their track.  I got a Nike iPod thingie for Christmas and needed to calibrate it.  Once around the track and the job was done.  What was great was the music it decided to play for me.  Out of over a hundred random songs on my playlist, the one that was chosen was, in fact, Back in the Saddle by Aerosmith.  Nice little message there…

Then I went home and ran a mile around the neighborhood and the Nike thing said I was done after nine tenths.  I think the hills threw it off.


Back in the saddle, so to speak

I don’t know if this counts as real exercise, but I rode 25 miles today with my son.  He needed to do it for his bicycle merit badge, and has one more.  Took about three hours, which just reflects how slow kids are.  Still, it felt good to be out riding.


What do you do when none of them inspire you?

To be honest, Fred Thompson was the only candidate even mildly inspiring among the Republicans. He’s long gone, and all the right has are McCain and Romney. Both have their strengths, but both have fundamental flaws. On the left you have Obama and Clinton. The media seems to think it’s going to be McCain vs. Clinton. Looking at the slate, only one phrase comes to mind.

“Oh shit!”

Yeah, one of these will be the next President.


Nothing like (another) freak accident to put a damper on your plans

I put an axe into my foot while splitting some wood. Looks like the gym will have to wait a couple of weeks… :(