Sorry, but today isn't. Tomorrow doesn't look promising either. Turns out recreating a new/old blog isn't nearly as easy -or fun for that mater- as it seems like it should be.
You know what else isn't as easy -or fun for that mater- as it should be? Exercise. Correction: Exercising the post-summer-I-don't-have-to-wear-a-swimsuit-everyday-muffin-top-and-beer-diet before vacation. Gym day #16 was the lower body workout, also known as make my ass sag a little less routine. The day ended with my ass a tad less saggy, but with what I can only describe as a wrench in my back as well.
Also an important detail, I am blogging standing up. While blogging standing up I was multitasking and thinking: "Self, you are a dedicated participant in your health and quest for wash boards abs in South Beach. Returning to the working out may or may not end with you on the floor suffering serious issues. And there will be plenty of laying around in a few days"
First, I googled chiropractors near by and was feeling guilty for not working out, but reassuring myself that getting my back in good order before our trip was more important.
Then, my phone alerted me to a text from my running partner:
"are you good for tomorrow? Just after drop off?" I replied with:
"sure! see you then!"
I'll sooner phone a friend to scrape me off the sleepy suburban streets than hear some quips from Tony about me being on my back prior to our trip.
