Low Flying Planes

Is it weird to be jealous of the girl’s legs on the cover of my book? This book is about spending summers on an island and when I look at the cover of the book her legs are amazing. Perfectly tan too. Then I feel like a fat slob for sitting on the couch reading a book, when I should be out running around the block for hours. I need to find some sort of gadget that adds minutes so I can input my workout minutes on the sidebar to keep track. I don’t know if something like that exists. 30 x 60 minutes = 1800 minutes by 31 August. I hope that’s right. Math has always been my worst subject.


I almost threw in the towel yesterday and gave up before I even got started. After the doctor appointment I drove by the pool only to find out they are closed on Monday’s. This probably would have occurred to me before if I spent more time there. So I had to think of a Plan B. Then I remembered there was a lake close by. I decided to run to the store, grab some lunch, and buy a lawn chair. This plan was foiled too. The lunch I wanted, Taco Bell, had a line a mile long, and the store didn’t sell lawn chairs. At this point I was about to give up and just go home to watch Lost. Then I remembered I had a blanket in the back of the car and I could run by the little minimart for some picnic type items. So thats what I did.

The park was a much better choice than the pool anyway. The weather was cool with a slight breeze, almost too cool for the water but just perfect for the park. My only gripe is that this park sits at the end of a runway and about every minute or so a large plane flies over. It was exciting for about the first 20 minutes.

Workout Minutes = 15