I recently wrote a post about my walking group, (If you missed it feel free to catch up https://geanieroake.wordpress.com/2013/11/29/walk-this-way-2/). Since we live in Utah, and the sidewalks are covered with snow, we’ve recently had to take our act off the road. Now we do our walking at the gym on treadmills, elliptical machines and other instruments of physical torture and while we certainly miss the fresh air and varied scenery, we don’t miss the early morning ice skating. (I think I scored a 10 on the difficulty scale – and possibly the richter scale – out on the driveway the other morning.)
Anyway, yesterday when the walking ladies arrived at the gym we spent five minutes driving around looking for the closest parking place. When we realized what we were doing, we had to laugh. We didn’t want to walk five extra feet to get into the gym where we plannd to walk five miles.
My friend Celeste said, “You should blog about this.”
Me: “No, we’d look like big lazies.”
Melinda: “But we are.”
Ludy: “You can blame it on me. Say your friend from the Caribbean (she grew up in Haiti) hates the cold.
Me: “Hmmm. O.K.”
So here it is Ludy. The blame for the Big L rests squarely on your shoulders.
I of course don’t have a lazy bone in my body . . . HEY, could somebody bring me a donut? It’s hard to get out of my recliner when its at this angle. Somebody – Anybody! Hellooo . . . .”