Thursday, June 22, 2006

The condition my condition is in.

It's not a good one. I have been accused by a family member of being "too heavy". Can you imagine such cruelty from an immediate family member? It explains a lot about me, but we won't go to that awful place today.

In my effort to become less "heavy" I am doing my best to frequent the gym. I have a love/hate relationship with spin class. Mostly hate. Actually I'm not sure when I love it. I'm also walking the butte now that summer has finally arrived in our little corner of the world. Well, Monday I had the worst cramps in my calves!! I felt like a cripple, I was delirious with pain. Okay, not delirious. Just very uncomfortable, surprisingly so.

Well, I showed them! I went up the butte twice yesterday. Yes, I'm amazing. Hold your applause. My calves cooperated but my lungs did not. The only thing that saved me was the 25 times I stopped for Senor Dog. (I don't know how to get that little curvy sign over the n.) My dog, who is normally thrilled at the prospect of walking to the mailbox, turned into the Pokey Little Puppy. He would only walk with the intent of getting to the next shady spot so that he could lie down. And he didn't just lie down, he fell over on his side as if he'd walked for weeks through the hottest desert. It was quite embarrassing actually. And he knew it too. He purposely stopped and had a snort attack as we were passing another hiker. She was kind enough to take pity on my little faker and offer some of her water to him. I threatened to give him no dinner when we got home, but I'm really a softie.

In more ways than one, apparently.


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