One of my favorite John Prine songs is "I woke up this morning and went into the kitchen and died". The title to this blog segment is a phrase from that song. At this point I do not think that the needy would accept my knees because they sure song like they need oiling. The right one is sore and makes funny noises. I think it is simply a case of getting older. I will only put the pack on a couple of days a week (Tuesday and Thursday) so that I do not overdo it.
Spin class was not very tough today. Either that or my fitness level continues to improve. I never really got to breathing hard until the very end when I was actually in a stationary sprint because I had a lot left to give. One of the girls in the class was not coming back after today so that she could get ready to have her first child. I think the baby is due in about 6 weeks.
I am starting to think about where I want to go hiking next weekend. A lot will depend on the weather. I do not want to do 11 miles in that kind of humidity again and I am certain that Curbie agrees.
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