Day two

I awoke to assess my condition to find no unwelcome effects from the day before so I decided to maintain my momentum and harness the dog again for round two. Molly's getting the hang of this new routine. (I don't get my neck snapped back from the recoil of the leash when I stop and take in the scents of my fellow canines and he the man doesn't get his shoulder dislocated at my sudden stops due to my uncontrollable pursuit of those irrestistible smells).
We took off in the opposite direction as before but equally determined. The sounds of my wheezing was syncronized with the the pounding of my cross trainers on the pavement. While the rest of the country was digging out of one of the worst storms of the decade, sweat freely ran down the 49 year old face of a man desperate to not go down without a fight. Again we made it home and like a junkie waited in anticipation for the endorphin release that was to come. For the first time in years I drove to work (45 minutes) and sang along to music. I didn't know I still knew the words to "Fernando".

today is the day!

Well, I've put it off long enough. After 9 months of sitting on my ass and doing as little physical activity as is humanly possible, (with the total cooperation of my wife) I decided to re-enter the world of the living and make an attempt to circulate some blood through these veins instead of the usual steady diet of red wine and scotch. I played with the idea long enough that it was beginning to nag at my sub conscience. Then there is the fact that the mirror is not near as kind as it once was. Don't get me started on the revolt taking place in my closet! No less than 8 pairs of pants have mutinied and united in protest against my stubborn attempts at fastening at what I once called a waist. Not that I was ever the Charles Atlas type, I did however enjoy a workout routine and although never a gym rat, I was no stranger to a fitness regime. The problem was, I'd always drop off and my ass would eventually return to a place it knows well.....not THAT place, rather, the couch.

So, today was the day. I dug out my 10 year old cross trainers, harnessed up the Great Dane, (just in case I had to send someone for help) and hit the streets. Check in tomorrow to see how day one went!