Why You Won't See 3,000 Stories Today

Because I have more time to write and research on weekends, I generally start the week with a few stories. Not today. I'm not exactly sure what happened, but I was pretty sick over the weekend. I still am unsure whether it was a summer cold or allergies. It hit me hard on Friday night and stayed with me until 4 pm Sunday. It has gone just as suddenly as it came, but has left me wasted.

For the past six weeks or so, I've been exercising. It's mostly walking. When you are morbidly obese, that's all you can really do. But I love it. I feel like St Bernard of Assisi. Last week, I got within just a feet feet of this doe,

"Do you know Hokie Joe?" she asked me.

"Quite well!" I replied.

"Well tell him he sucks," she said, as she and a few fawns scampered off.

While walking along the Palmer-Tatamy Bike Path, I ran into an interesting gentleman who lives right next to the bike bath. He and his grand-daughter are raising pygmy goats. They are quite a hit.

I also see quite a few very large birds. It's hard to make them out, but they usually fly in wide circles above me like they are waiting .

I wonder what that's all about.

I started out with 20-minutes. I have been increasing time so that I now go as long as 35 minutes. I also began doing double sessions, i.e. walking once in the morning and again at night. Last week, I began doing push ups, too. Negative push ups and half push ups, not the real thing. Although I've lost a few ounces and my blood pressure has dropped, I think I may have overdone it, as ridiculous as this may sound.

Fitness always makes me sick.

In any event, I will drop the double sessions or limit them to 20 minutes.