No Rabbit Holes
Back to the health club, whose links will remain unknown, perhaps forever. My exercise buddy signed up there a few weeks ago and it seemed I was getting nowhere fast without some kind of outside accountablility and really, my walks had turned into strolls as I became more amused and interested with what folk in my district were doing with homes and property than in maintaining a brisk, fat burning, pace.
As my buddy pointed out this morning, the trainer looks like a "sweet young thing" and speaks softly but there is a slave driver in her soul. We have developed a three programs of aerobics and weights to cover every occasion and today, Wednesday, was my first run at it and I wish to report the first time in a long time that I broke a sweat.
The Corn Roast for the Club is over and a funny thing happened on the way to the festivities. The "Lead Hand", who I see as more of a co-ordinator than a "doer" took into his head that he needed to take responsibility for everything ... well that's not quite right as there was no dublicate liquor license and a few other things. Anyway, long story short, poor communication on my part I suppose, as we had duplicate food items - all of which is bought out of pocket with the expectation of compensation. As one fellow mentioned, looks like we have a pretty darned good excuse to have a "Spring Fling Thing" given the material in the freezer! The local street kitchen did well with our potato salad and left over corn.
It is very rainy today, a good thing I spent a year in Oregon where locals don't tan, they rust. Good practice for today. Anywhoo, guess I had better move along and try to accomplish something and earn a bit of coin.