My friend Linda applaudes my "exercise regimen" with my grandchildren this week, but the hour at the gym this morning shows me what a mirage I manufactured. I can't find enough Aspercreme to knock out the pain of newly shredded muscle tissue.
Oh, well, at least I'm back in the traces, with Mr. Tweedle. He - at least - has actually lost a little weight.
There was a "new" treadmill at the little town gym this morning...no difference in level of misery, however.
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