I am in the worst physical condition of my adult life.
I should say, I was. I've been watching my diet but "just too busy" to excercise. Having adopted a dog this weekend I find myself now getting up at 5:00 AM and walking 2 miles & feeling better than I've felt in months.
Working my way up to running the loop within the next week.
Nick's not going to have to drag me and my yak across the Brewster flats again!
And for those of you that decide to have a heart attack when you're out fishing with me, remember the punchline from the old snake bite joke before you expect me to perform CPR on you, "Docotor says you're gonna' die."
Get in shape!
Times running out!!