Week 2

I decided to chronicle weeks instead of days because I don't want to write or read that much. Due to my leg injury and a full patient schedule, week 2 only had one day of workout. My 5:00 patient on Thursday cancelled, so I went to the center before picking up David. (Durn their hide for taking away my excuse!) Time for the treadmill again.

I walked in the center and immediately started looking around for another one of those "Super Seniors." I saw one, a little man just gettin' it on the stair climber. I fought the urge to hit him in the head with a free weight and smother him with that white gym towel he had around his neck. Before climbing onto the treadmill, I turned the tv to ESPN for inspiration. I don't know why, but there is a difference between seeing physically fit people on tv versus in person. I don't feel nearly as homicidal.

When I stepped on the treadmill, someone else stepped on the one next to me. Maybe it was the Smarty Jones report on the tv, but I felt like a horse in the starting gate, eyeballing the competition. The gate was open, and we were off. I started off slowly because of my leg, but eventually worked up to the speed I was doing the time before. Coming down the back stretch, I pressed the "Up" button on my speed, keeping the filly beside me in my sights. We were matching tenth for tenth. Gritting my teeth, I pushed through the pain and turned it up another notch. The clock was ticking. My leg was throbbing. The finish line was in sight...

Forget the blanket of roses...somebody shoot me.