Today I went for a walk. It took 35 minutes, and I was soooooooooo proud of myself, singing, "you go, girlfriend!" the whole way. I just WALKED three miles in .... um... 35 minute ... wait a minute! That can't be right!"
I am such a dunderhead, Diary, it was only two miles. Believe you me, Diary, walking is not as easy as it looks! But I know I can do it, because I believe in myself! And because my BWF (Best WALKER Friend!) Anita, told me about this site were they actually teach you how to walk. And it has a good schedule on it so I don't do too much, witch you know me, that's just what wood happen!! So, Thank you Walker Fiend!
I was sooooooooooooo happy to get back on the trail, and I listened to the Christmas episode (I know, I know! I am sooooo far behind, Diary!) of the Ricky Gervais show. That's the episode where they read from Karl's diary about the mad women next door and Karl's father who cut the mattress in half because it didn't fit, and Karl's Uncle Alf who slept in a dinghy. "It's like you live in a nursery rhyme!," Mr. Gervais said. I don't know why people were looking that way at me, just because my hair was a little sloppy, and I was walking, talking, and laughing to myself. Sheesh, Diary, people are so WIERD!
And Diary, last Saturday I went to the DCRR 10k Group and messed with (or maybe that should read "messed up?" LOL!) some paperwork before handing it all over to Coach Peter, who exclaimed, "How did things get this confused?" LOL!!! Well, I sure know how to make myself useful by taking lots of photos of everyone else running and stretching, and in between I walked around in circles because I had volunteered (I know, I know! I do sooooooooo much!) to watch everyone's stuff. It was exhausting, Diary, let me tell you! But if not me, then who? I believe it was President John A. Kennedy who said, "Make sure you volunteer for your country." And I try to live like that every single day. As all my friends know only TOO well! LOL!!!
Yesterday, I visited my doctor for my two week after-my-operation thing-y and you'll never guess! My heart rate: 56! (It was high because thinking about Bob made me happy.) My doctor also got very very stern and said, "You have no idea what actually happened to you, do you?" Well, Diary, I hung my head in shame! My doctor is soooooooooo right! She said that my body is busy trying to grow around (ugh! yucky sutff!) some kind of medical mesh thing-y into it's tissue and that I just had to stop carrying groceries, and really, you know, like heavy things, and no I could NOT start yoga or wieght lifting or ANYTHING, unless I was good and ready to have my medical thing-y fail and have to start all over. Oh Diary! I was scared. But you know that sometimes doctors have to be mean because they are trying to help you. I saw that on House. And I no that's what she was trying to do, you know, like give me some love, only tough.
So Diary, that's all their is for today! I'm so excited to be back walking I don't know what to do! I have to go cuz American Idol is on and I am crossing my fingers for Sanjaya cuz he is soooooooooooo dreamy!
YKW (You Know Who!!!)