Of toes, fever, Mickey Mouse and doctors
Okay, so when I last left you I was lamenting about how foolish I was not working out with shoes, busting the toe next to my little toe (why only that one?). Well in the week that followed, I eased out of my regular workout routine and started to chill– okay I got the chills, and the aches and one day didn’t want to even get out of bed. Obviously my body wanted to start vacation before my boss was going to let me. I powered through with tons of OJ and hot tea ready for the my last glorious week.
We (the gorgeous wife and I) packed up the kids and drove to Disney in Orlando for a few days. Did I mention we live north of Toronto? 22 hours in the car just see a mouse??? You know what, it was worth it. My kids are at that age where magical things start to seem hokey, and it really felt like we needed this one last vacation to celebrate their coming of age from children to tweens to some fine adults to be.
What’s it got to do with bodyblogs and bb.com–you know, probably nothing at all, except because of the series of unfortunate events in the two weeks before, and during the vacation, I haven’t been to the gym in over 3 weeks. I went this morning, and I’m already feeling the DOMS. Getting back in tomorrow as well. Chest and tri’s today, legs and back tomorrow.
So I mentioned in the title "…and doctors". Gorgeous has forced this arrangement upon me- if I don’t go for an annual check up, she won’t. Now not fully understanding the inner plumbing of the opposite sex, but knowing that it is important that they schooch to the end of the table every year, I have reluctantly agreed. Yesterday was my turn. First words out of my doctor’s mouth as he strolled in an hour late for my appointment was "16 pounds in the last two years–guess from working out?" Damn straight it is, doc, damn straight it is.
