Of concussions, sprained wrists, and split pants

The same day I wrote my last post I got a small tear in the thigh of the inside of my jeans (where else). Got one more day of exercise in and then slipped in ice and gave myself a concussion and a sprained wrist. Cooling my heels for a few days...

Lynda just sent out an email with the subject line "Be amazed at what you can do". I like the sentiment. That is all.

Like a gym newbie

I *finally* got back to the gym yesterday. Spent 20 minutes on the treadmill winded at 4 mph (whoops--at least fitness comes back fast). I lifted and definitely felt the inactivity.

It looks like the gym has new owners. Some things had been moved around and it looked like it was in better overall condition. I hope Mark just decided to retire.

I was a little nervous to even look around--there were several other people there. Once I got off the treadmill, however, I realized almost everything was where it should be. It was funny to feel nervous in the gym. I can't let the next visit be so long that it feels that way again. I'm going to lift tomorrow again (Friday).

One of the things (I think) that has made me more motivated to get my life in order is that we said goodbye to our dear, sweet pup Tess this Monday. I know she would want me to be happy and living my life to its fullest, so I will.