Yesterday, Sunday, is my favorite day of the week. I don’t have to go anywhere except where I choose, and I have the best workout (usually) of the week. However, things didn’t quite go as planned yesterday. I had scheduled a morning workout at the track with my son, Alex. He was going to run the mile to try to break his personal best of 7:04, and I was going to do the stairs, since I can no longer run (wah), then we were going to do some calisthenics. Alex slept in too long, and other priorities (Sunday breakfast, which I cook-yesterday was my special buttermilk pancakes and bacon, and my wife was getting hungry), so we didn’t get to the track until almost 1:00. By then it was too hot (Phoenix had its hottest day of the year so far at 96 degrees), quashing my plans for my workout. The rest of the day I was in a funk. I realized that if I don’t exercise, I feel old and tired,and not quite right in the head,¬†and I don’t want to feel old with no zip. Something about all of the O2 coursing through my body that I really need to feel right. True, I could have come home and done something inside, but by then all my enthusiasm was gone. My bad. Shoulda, coulda, woulda……… The fat lazy guy won yesterday. At least the breakfast was good.

Stay well, John R Blilie, M.S.