Got the bike out again Sunday morning! Must've ridden four miles all told Saturday and Sunday--from breakfast to lunch. I have a good friend whose hypothetical weightloss plan is to set up meals about 15 miles apart and force himself to walk to them. He's a person of some girth himself and a lot of time on his hands in the summer. My armpits are healing. I can raise my arms above my head without silently weeping. Must be time to go back.
My current dilemma is this: I haven't called Patrick the PTP back yet. I know that's not really a dilemma. It's just a shortcoming, "an undone thing I ought to have done"--to quote my father. In reference to hiring a trainer and losing weight, someone said to me the other day, "Oh, they do that at the Fieldhouse." Now, I feel like I should do some comparison shopping. Get the best deal and all. We're in a recession, you know. The Fieldhouse is close to my house, but it's also public. Too many people around to see my girthiness. I like Patrick the PTP's place--only room for two clients at a time.
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