So…before I had “some-ting in my brain“, I had decided that going to the gym – even if to only walk at a snail’s pace – would be a good thing.
Camp Humphreys spent one million dollars building what they call the “Super Gym”.
And they got their money’s worth…it’s really nice.
It’s two stories with basketball courts & meeting rooms on the first floor and exercise equipment & a walking/jogging track up on the second floor.
I’ve been walking the track late at night when there’s only a few people there.
It helps me unwind, in turn helping my blood pressure, but I get a little dizzy doing it.
I’ve been trying to walk a mile – 10 laps.
And tonight when Eric & I went, there was a dad there with his two children.
A girl, around 7, focusing on her pink Game Boy & a boy, maybe just 4, watching the sister play – both sitting in the corner.
The dad was jogging a quick pace around the track, sweating profusely & each time he would come around he would ask how many laps he’d done.
As he rounded the corner the past us, the girl – without looking up – shouted, “Nine!” as he flew past her.
At which point the boy said, “Hey…that was 10, not 9.”
Her reply?
“Whatever…he can do eleven.”
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