When they’re little, they’re cute and sweet and lovable. When they’re teenagers, they stink, they’re moody, and they’re not pleasant to be around. When they’re adults, they’re almost tolerable. Kids. Yesterday was Walker’s 21st birthday. I left work a little early to pick up my daughter from school and then to spend a little time with him–just the two of us. Well, just the two of us and like a hundred other people at McNellie’s South. Yes, I bought him his first legal beer. We talked. We laughed. We shared. We went home.
I had to do my 5K between coming home and going to dinner with the family. All I need is a flat course and 45 minutes. I did it hurriedly. I showered, redressed, and went to Osaka Japanese Steakhouse for a wonderful dinner experience. We had an incredibly talented chef at our table. He was skilled and funny. I wish I knew his name so that we could have him by request next time. Walker tried Saki, against my advice, and he claims that he likes it. Sure he does. Saki, to me, tastes like someone made a weak alcohol extract of copier paper, strained it into a flask, slightly warmed it, and then served it in tiny cups. Not the tastiest beverage. I had delicious Diet Coke for my dinner accompaniment.
As for Melissa, she walked at the mall. No details from her, so I assume everything was OK. Mine was equally uneventful, except for the cold wind. If you recall, I wore a T-shirt and shorts for my February 7th 5K. Yeah. Gotta love it. Or not.
So, today’s advice is that you shouldn’t be rushed when you walk your 5K. Depending on weather conditions, the walk itself can be unpleasant enough without the added boost of being ‘under the gun’ to get done and then to do something else. It raises your blood pressure, produces anxiety, and tenses your muscles which leads to cramping.