It's certainly humbling to whine and complain when someone else is exercising with a cast on their hand. But, whining is what I do best, and I figure it must take up at least 3 additional calories per hour. Last night-- still in pain from last Thursday's weight lifting-- I walked on the treadmill 3.1 miles. It was the laziest excuse for workout I've ever had. No incline, no jogging, no motivation-- nothing. Just one foot hopelessy in front of the other. Of course if I hadn't tripped over my own feet the day before and crashed to ground, leaving a huge bruise on my hip I wouldn't be in so much pain. The ricochet is no doubt hitting Mongolia right about now. I claim no responsibility for Tsunamis or earthquakes in early April. Oh, the photo posted has no relevance whatsoever. I simply like the Stay Puft character, and it fits my demeanor at the moment.
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