The Fat Man Walks

Last night, 4 miles in an hour. Tonight, weights and -- uh, well -- half a mile at 4.5 mph.

I may have burned myself out last night, or I may have just run out of gas because I worked through lunch. I should have stopped to eat. Now I know.

The weights still feel a lot like work. I won't embarrass myself by admitting how light they are. I just wish I could do my pull-downs without imagining the skinny little aerobics girls laughing behind me as they pile on more plates after I leave the machine.

I'm a little bummed about gassing on the treadmill tonight, but it still feels great to be moving.

I'll do better tomorrow.

Because last night felt really really good.

Peace,
Pennsy