Walking the dog...

I am following Wyatt and feel his disappointment in gaining pounds after working forty of them off, but he is aware of it and will address the issue. So as I commented to him, I am a lost cause and want to blame everything and one except me, but I am so much smarter than that and after weighing this morning I go and jog, a long one for an hour and fifteen minutes. As I run, I think and look for money (found three bright pennies and rescued them). I notice a long legged red head and she is walking with a chubby fella that is walking their (?) Chow Chow, whose red hair almost matches the lanky lady's. But as I think, people with dogs get out once a day to walk the dog, twice if the dog and they are really lucky and the dog thrives on the walk, the new stuff to sniff and the joy of the pack prowl. So I wonder why the rest of modern America isn't out walking or jogging their heart - it needs the same care and concern one gives the favorite pet, exercise, time together and adventures in what is on the way, the smells of bakeries and pretty women and the smiles of children - it all does better for the heart than the constant pounding while piled on the recliner in front of the TV with remote in hand... take the heart out for a walk or a jog, you both deserve it.

09/04/08 Weigh 205.5 pounds, blood pressure 150/86, heart rate 28 bpm. Walk to dock.

09/05/08 Weigh 204.5 pounds, blood pressure 146/83, heart rate 62 bpm. Walk to dock.

09/06/08 Weigh 203.5 pounds, blood pressure 134/89, heart rate 40 bpm. Go for a gentle jog.
768 calories, 40% fat ones, Heart rate average 120 bpm, in Zone 54m28s, Exercised 1h14m53s.

What color of sunburnt does me justice?

Lovely beautiful Summer day here, and I weigh 205.5 pounds, blood pressure is 129/83, and heart rate is 42 bpm. After breakfast I go with my wife to walk Ruston Way and marvel at the motorcycles, custom cars and herds of people. It was great, families having fun, people stretching their legs and smile and dogs panting for more water as they heat up. Temperature is over eighty until you hit the water, then you are back at fifty-something. The retrievers going after sticks and balls in the water have the best of both worlds.

I buy KFC/A&W lunch and go home for nap, all the windows are open and I have work that I want to do, but my wife tells me to save it for the later afternoon. I wake from the nap a just lovely lobster red color - they used to talk about the "pink and red" Dungey boys - my father's farming generations, we don't tan well, although I came close in Vietnam.

Record breaking ninety degree temperature at SeaTac Airport, with all the asphalt and concrete soaking up the Sun, what would they expect?

Sinus explosion!

I wake and read email, return comments and send a new, then my head blows up and I am coughing, all I did was take my medication. Anyway I could declare a rest day and clean up the computer cave and pay my bills. My weight is 204.5 pounds, blood pressure under coughing 152/86 and the heart rate is 47 beats per minute - I am alive working on minor miserable...

Well, my sister writes that I am a jerk and an idiot, so I slink back into the darkness and cold. It is cold outside, frost on my windshield and roof, the fog is ground bound and I decide that after my morning gruel I will go an jog my heart into better condition. Yesterday I noticed the old man jog step - short and no push from the trail leg, and everyone knows you only go faster by how much time you spend in the air between your feet touching down, so I pushed off more yesterday and I would work on that on my short jog this morning. 436 kCal and forty percent of that fat (didn't I read that before?) Average Heart Rate (Hr) 124 bpm, time in zone 38 minutes and fifty-five seconds, exercise time total 40 minutes.

I did have an angry big black dog problem, any dog barking and snapping teeth within two feet is a problem. I wondered if I should come back and shoot it, if I should hit it hard with my handweights, or just keep running backwards facing it until the dog got bored - I chose the last, and the dog lives another day and I got clean away. I have only been bitten by one dog in many years of running, and it surprised the dog as much as it did me - but the bruise was a bad one and I only need one for a story - repeating the mistake makes me that idiot my sister thinks I am. I should always disappoint my sister's lower expectations.

Walked for thirty-four minutes down to the dock, stood on my feet all day working in the library playing catch up, come nightfall I am tired and my sinus problem needs more liquid and sleep.