Today’s workout was a triathlon of sorts. Well, sort of, as long as it’s acceptable to count weight lifting as the third discipline.
To begin with, this morning’s mall ride was rained out. The weather never cleared until shortly before noon. By then I was deep into my home chores, like laundry, dusting, vacuuming and checking email.
About an hour after breakfast, and right after my chores were completed, my wife and I headed for the gym after first strapping our Garmins onto our wrists. No walk would be complete without logging the distance and pace with high tech gadgets.
After walking 1.08 miles, we enter the gym, do our individual things, and then return to the tropical oven called “the great outdoors.”
One more mile at a snail’s pace and we’re back into our air-conditioned cocoon that we refer to as “home.”
There’s no place like home, and that’s the truth
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