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Yesterday, I felt ALIVE.

I was sitting on my couch after dinner thinking, Man. I am so tired. But Michael is broken so I have to go walking by myself.

I don't know what degree to which Michael would appreciate me sharing the following information, but he doesn't read this blog anymore, so it really doesn't matter.

The company that Michael works for has instituted this new health initiative. The goal is that it keeps employees healthy, so they go to the doctors less, and the company ends up paying less in insurance premiums each year. They have "stretching time" every day at like 10 am where everyone stands up and spends a few minutes stretching to improve flexibility.

It's been a personal goal of Mike's to be able to touch his toes. He's only done it a few times, but it's a pretty huge deal to him. His leg started hurting him a few days ago, and then it went away. Then yesterday, he bends down to stretch and something went horribly, horribly wrong.

All I heard from him after that was how bad it hurt, how he could barely walk, etc. He came home and looked at the back of his leg, and there was a big, purple disease-like bruise about 5 inches by 3 inches above his knee.

Yeah. He tore something.

Then began the ice-pack making, and he sat for the rest of the night. If it doesn't get better, he might actually have to go to a doctor. The real irony in this? The health program was supposed to keep you from having to go to the doctor.

Anyway, so while Michael felt like he was dying, I was experiencing an inner conflict: do I stay with him and forego my walk, or do I go for a walk because he's on the phone with his bff anyway?

"Let's not be fat anymore."

I decided to go for the walk. But walking can be so, like, pedestrian.

So I did a walk-run. And then, I walked by the pool, and I was like, man a pool would feel so cool right now. Then I walked home, changed, got my bike, and rode to the pool.
It was more amazing than I had even imagined before some Hispanic children came and threw a ball in my general direction.

Then it was like 8, and I figured I should be getting back so I could go to bed really early. I rode my bike back, and I just felt so ALIVE. The wind was blowing, the clouds were moving, the sun was setting, and everything was just awesome. I didn't think that feeling was possible after not sleeping well having to drag myself in a body bag through work.

Announcer at The Hulk ride: "Please remove all bags before getting on the ride. This includes purses, handbags, book bags, body bags, the bags under your eyes..."

Then, after I showered, the weariness returned.
Sam and I got in a tussle. He started it, though, and he almost won, but I had some cool moves that his little kitty face didn't see coming.

But running, biking, and swimming all in one night?
It's honestly probably the closest I'll ever be to doing a triathlon.

The goal is to have teeth as white at Mark's,
TWS