Â As most of you know I just returned to Florida after another trip to Michigan for hospital board meetings. Most of you also know it was really cold and a shock to the system of a Florida cold weather weenie. I went out with the group running Sunday morning (temp was minus 7, 8, or 9 depending on who you talk to). I think LarryÂ ran around 9 miles, someÂ ran 7, someÂ ran 6 and someÂ ran around 3. IÂ ran 6 (blocks). Before any of you say I just went 2 blocks I remind you thatÂ I ran around two blocks which is 6 linear blocks but let’s not get technical.
My flights back weren’t the greatest either. My Tuesday flight that was supposed to leave at 5:35 was canceled and I had driven Jean’s car to the long-term lot and left the keys locked in it so I had no way to get back to Hastings. I stayed at a hotel in Lansing and got out the next day. The Lansing to Detroit flight went well but the next one from Detroit to Tampa was delayed 40 minutes so 20 passengers from another flight could make it (all Tampa flights were full). The jetway never pulled away even though the door was closed and finally they brought a woman’s purse and tossed it in the opened door. She had left it in the waiting area (probably the old bat had a bicycle accident with head injury). The jetway still didn’t go away and we were told we had a problem with our “external power unit”. So do I sometimes so I clearly understood the problem. We left an hour and a half late.
I went to the YMCA to work out this morning as usual. The traffic was unusually light on the way back but I had a new surprise. As I came around a corner a guy was riding his bicycle on the wrong side of the street and came right at me. For a mili-second I thought “one down, a thousand to go” but I thought better of it and swerved to miss him.
I have been trying to lose weight and have lost the 12 pounds I gained during recovery but now the rest of the ugly mess has to go. I weighed myself the day I left Florida on my digital scale and it said 198.5 (actually you have to look at it.Â It didn’t say anything like someÂ that say things likeÂ “Get off me you fat bastard”). The scales at home said 195 or 196 and the scale at the fitness center said 196 Tuesday morning. The scales here this morning said 201 so I’m really confused.
Many of you also know we have decided to sell the condo down here. The realtor will be here within the hour butÂ I can give anyone who wants it a bargain price if they call before he gets here.
Better go and clean a little before he comes in the door and faints.