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Today was the first day of having to get Sarah organized when I go to the Y for my fake miles. Before I could ask her, the phone rang: Lulu was asking if she could come over and have lunch at their house. Problem solved! I made sure there was a parent home (turns out nobody answered the phone because it's on the blink) and proceeded Y-ward.
I set up first on one of the cardio machines with its own TV screen and pushed the button until I saw the World Cup. As a soccer dad, I now find one sport interesting (apart from dog frisbee and figure skating), so I watched it on Univision with the captions off, as they tended to cover up the ball. When I finished there I went to a bike where the game was visible on ESPN, where the screen was bigger so the subtitles, over which I had no control, only covered up the names of players who were getting a card.
By the time I'd reached my usual quota of three miles, the game had twelve minutes to go. What the hey. I kept pedaling. It reached 90 minutes and the still scoreless game was given four more minutes to play. When Donovan scored his goal, I gave a silent clap.
So this is what I've come to. Pedaling an exercise bike and responding involuntarily at the sight of 'my' athletic team scoring a goal. Perhaps I could also have poured my bottle of water all over my head while shouting 'hoo!', but I only think of these things when it's too late.
Also, I ended up going six 'miles.' I weighed myself on the way out, and for the first time since I've started, I was below 218. I've been as high as 220 on that scale, so 217 is very encouraging.
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Today was the first day of having to get Sarah organized when I go to the Y for my fake miles. Before I could ask her, the phone rang: Lulu was asking if she could come over and have lunch at their house. Problem solved! I made sure there was a parent home (turns out nobody answered the phone because it's on the blink) and proceeded Y-ward.
I set up first on one of the cardio machines with its own TV screen and pushed the button until I saw the World Cup. As a soccer dad, I now find one sport interesting (apart from dog frisbee and figure skating), so I watched it on Univision with the captions off, as they tended to cover up the ball. When I finished there I went to a bike where the game was visible on ESPN, where the screen was bigger so the subtitles, over which I had no control, only covered up the names of players who were getting a card.
By the time I'd reached my usual quota of three miles, the game had twelve minutes to go. What the hey. I kept pedaling. It reached 90 minutes and the still scoreless game was given four more minutes to play. When Donovan scored his goal, I gave a silent clap.
So this is what I've come to. Pedaling an exercise bike and responding involuntarily at the sight of 'my' athletic team scoring a goal. Perhaps I could also have poured my bottle of water all over my head while shouting 'hoo!', but I only think of these things when it's too late.
Also, I ended up going six 'miles.' I weighed myself on the way out, and for the first time since I've started, I was below 218. I've been as high as 220 on that scale, so 217 is very encouraging.
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