I worked out with Celine yesterday and I have no doubt I went overboard. If I could get the bullet in my gun and pull the trigger, I’d put myself out of my misery, but I’m hurting too bad. In case you haven’t heard, Celine has a big $100.00 bet going with Pascale, on who will be the buffest of the two. Celine does not want to lose this bet.

Pascale is working out with her friend Kate, who is a personal trainer. They are training for the Harris marathon in November. She’s walking 7 to 10 miles three times a week, 8-12 twice a week and 17+ once a week. Top that all off with lifting 4 times a week and she is going to be buff. I wish I could enjoy the buffness, but I’m stuck here for now and will just have to enjoy it in my mind.

Celine has her work cut out for her, but she is working hard and no matter what I’m really proud of her. I just wish she was sore too. Misery loves company.

Me on the other hand, I am old, no doubt about it. I haven’t been this sore in a long time. I can catch dogs for hours, but lifting weights and the Nordic Track are killing me. I know I need to get in better shape if I want to keep catching dogs, but damn this hurts.

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