So I’ve never been what you’d call an athlete, but I’ve been doing intervals this week. Walking then jogging. Walking then running. Panting and sweating. Then walking some more. All very late at night so there’s no one to witness it except our neighborhood security guards. I told one last night, “Don’t laugh when I start to run, okay?” He laughed and said, “No, ma’am. I won’t.”
It feels good to get out and move.
Lazy days painting fingers and toes – making and eating jam – outings with friends – nights at the carnival – and a birthday party almost every weekend. We met Grandpa Tom and Grandma Cathy for the first time. Auntie Nat graduated from JFK. Wayne went back to UOG (where Nat could be his classmate). Nana and Tata had their carport redone and the house got a fresh coat of paint. Fun, family and friends. We couldn’t ask for more.
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