This Is My Life

I'm still getting up at 5 am every morning, and that's not so bad. Today I went grocery shopping at 5:30. You know what's great about grocery shopping at 5:30 in the morning? EVERYTHING. No lines, no people in your way, no problems. It's just awesome. Okay, the "getting up before the sun" bit still bothers me; it seems unnatural, but I'm willing to deal. If all goes well I'll soon be going to the gym every morning, working off this small child I've been carrying around for so long.

But why haven't I been going to the gym already? What's been stopping me?

Namely, Roscoe. Remember, the dog I've mentioned several times now? The one in my icon? The 125 lb Mastiff? Yeah, that guy. Think about it: Would you want to go to the SPCA at 8 AM every morning to tire him out after having just gone to the gym? Would you want to play with a dog who could theoretically bite your arm off, after spending an hour working out?

No, I don't think so.

Right now, Roscoe is my work out. My plantir fasciitis* is acting up because I've been jogging with him, but other than that things are going really well. I think Roscoe's going to be adopted within the next couple of days. Yay!

I'm doing well in most things, but tired. I'm not used to trying to be active, trying to stay away from the computer, and working out with a big dog every morning. Add to that the fact that I've felt guilty for going and playing with a strange dog every day, thus feeling the need to play with my two girls (Monster and MaiTai) for at least an hour outside every day, and you'll understand why I'm a touch out-of-sorts.

Of course, my wife's parents are visiting this weekend.

I like them, but them visiting does not make for a relaxing weekend.

Wake me up next week. Around Wednesday.

*Fancy way of saying "ow, my foot hurts!"