Kickin' It

This was my first day out in my new shoes and, I've gotta say, I'm pretty pumped. Went to the track in the early afternoon, outside temps about 83 and sunny, and walked a mile on the high school track, which is beautiful.

As I was walking down the hill from the parking lot, I almost collided with a younger man who was coming around the corner and up the incline from the track. He swerved, smiled, and asked how I was doing. I smiled and said, "Fine, thanks." And I was.

Did my first mile in 17 mins. Nowhere near a record for me, but brisk. The best part of it being that I walked off the track at the end with no ill effects. Not yet, anyway.

I say that, not because I'm a hopeless pessimist, but because I'm a realist who knows from experience how these things sometimes go. Especially with respect to the aging machinery.

Now, I'm gonna take a few minutes and re-hydrate. Not that I even broke a sweat, because I didn't, but because, you know, the bodily processes are continuous and on-going.

Then, I'm gonna do my "geriatric workout." After which I've promised myself a store-bought garden salad topped with some cut-up chicken and a generous splash Italian dressing made with cold-pressed, extra virgin olive oil and a pretty good Balsamic vinegar.

And after that, maybe some reading. A bit of the Steinbeck bio, perhaps, and maybe some Eleanor and Hick or The Radium Girls which arrived together yesterday.

Have a great weekend, everyone...

LPK
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6.16.2018