Every now and then I have an urge to become healthy. Not often, mind you, but sometimes.
I am back to the track again. Early in the morning. Walking, walking, walking. I am told that if you do something for twenty-one days in succession it becomes a habit. Day three. As soon as I roll out of bed, I begin.
I don't have a cute running outfit. Today it was a t-shirt with a butterfly on the front that changes color when the sun hits it. A baseball cap from the 2002 Olympics and an old pair of shorts. Not the cool running shorts, a pair of plaid (yes, plaid, want to make an issue of it?) Bermuda shorts.
I have a play list on my phone and I must appear odd as I walk to the beat of the music, almost dancing. There is a song that Katie told me about. It's called Girls Chase Boys. A catchy tune. Linda and I danced around the camp fire to it the other night. I'm pretty sure Katie and Scott were not laughing at us, just laughing with us. I digress.
An interesting group at the track. I am amazed at people who are there. People of all ages, people of all degrees of health. There are some that are doing it for rehab, some who are doing it for weight loss and some for a marathon. I am guessing, but that seems to be the group. Oh, yes, and those darn young kids that must be on cross country. They look fit and young and able to run forever.
So I am not going to measure distance. I am going to walk/jog and whine until the playlist on my iPhone is complete. OK, so I cheated this morning, I skipped Coldplay so I could go home and eat
I am getting a tattoo. Next week. I am so excited. I have thought about this numerous times over the years and I am just going to do it. I know, marking my body with permanent ink is something that can never be changed and I will regret it the day it is completed. I don't care! There are those who think it is neat and those that think I am crazy. (We won't even go there). But I am going to do it and I'll post a picture once it is finished. Hopefully, I won't get blood poisoning or some other horrible complication.
I had a really good sales day at Macy's the other day. Met my goal by 308%. The next day? Began at -98%. People tend to buy lots of stuff, take it home, try it on (sometimes wearing it), then bringing it back to the store for a refund. We have an amazing return policy, can you tell? It's okay, I almost made up the -98%. Almost.
Had lunch with my friends, Mark and Abby yesterday. Mark and I worked together at Phipps and over the years I have enjoyed the company of Mark and his wife. His daughter, Jennifer, lives in NYC and when we went there for Katie's auditions we met her and had a delightful time passing the stressful time with her. Abby and I have decided we will drive up to NYC to see Katie and Jennifer once Katie is settled.
Well, time to grab some breakfast and head to Macy's. If you return things today, make sure you didn't buy them from me. But look me up. It's always fun to see a familiar face.